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The clock on the wall is a stuttering heart, Ticking away since you tore us apart. No letter left sitting on the edge of the bed, Just a cavernous silence where your "goodbye" stayed unsaid. You walked through the door and you stepped off the map, Leaving me caught in this permanent trap. The "why" is a poison that sits in my throat, A message in bottles that never will float. I’m carving the air where you once held a flame, And every slow pulse is, "Bleeding your name". ​I’m tracing the air where your shadow once stood, Trying to hate you as much as I should. But the anger is hollow, the bitterness thin, Compared to the vacuum you left in my skin. You didn’t just leave; you erased the whole trail, Leaving my spirit to stutter and fail. The memory leaks like a wound that won’t close, The deeper the silence, the sharper it grows. I’m calling a ghost that has no one to blame, While the ink in my veins is, "Bleeding your name". ​I’m staring at pictures that feel like a lie, Searching for hints in the set of your eye. Was there a secret you kept in your chest? Or was I just something you had to divest? The hallway is haunted by steps you don’t take, And I am the vessel that’s destined to break. There’s no closure found in this desert of gray, Just a thousand more years of you walking away. I’m shouting at heavens that don’t know my shame, And the cold ground beneath me is, "Bleeding your name". ​The "sorry" I’m waiting for never will arrive, It’s the lead in my lungs that keeps me alive. I’m building a monument out of the "if," Standing alone on the edge of the cliff. If love was a debt, then I’ve paid it in full, With the weight of the tide and the moon’s heavy pull. You’re a shadow in motion, a bird on the wing, While I am the winter that waits for the spring. I’m lost in a cycle that I cannot tame, Every breath that I’m taking is, "Bleeding your name". ​Now I’m just a witness to all that we lost, Counting the wreckage and weighing the cost. The bed is too wide and the coffee is cold, And I’m growing weary of stories untold. The silence you left is a deafening roar, Like the sound of a key that won't turn in the door. I'll carry this hollow, I'll carry this ache, Until there is nothing left inside to break. The world moves along but I’m staying the same, A heart in the gutter, "Bleeding your name". Michael Powers "STYXX ON FIRE "
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Feb 5
Feb 5, 2026 at 10:25 AM UTC
michael-powers
Bleeding Your Name.....
The clock on the wall is a stuttering heart, Ticking away since you tore us apart. No letter left sitting on the edge of the bed, Just a cavernous silence where your "goodbye" stayed unsaid. You walked through the door and you stepped off the map, Leaving me caught in this permanent trap. The "why" is a poison that sits in my throat, A message in bottles that never will float. I’m carving the air where you once held a flame, And every slow pulse is, "Bleeding your name". ​I’m tracing the air where your shadow once stood, Trying to hate you as much as I should. But the anger is hollow, the bitterness thin, Compared to the vacuum you left in my skin. You didn’t just leave; you erased the whole trail, Leaving my spirit to stutter and fail. The memory leaks like a wound that won’t close, The deeper the silence, the sharper it grows. I’m calling a ghost that has no one to blame, While the ink in my veins is, "Bleeding your name". ​I’m staring at pictures that feel like a lie, Searching for hints in the set of your eye. Was there a secret you kept in your chest? Or was I just something you had to divest? The hallway is haunted by steps you don’t take, And I am the vessel that’s destined to break. There’s no closure found in this desert of gray, Just a thousand more years of you walking away. I’m shouting at heavens that don’t know my shame, And the cold ground beneath me is, "Bleeding your name". ​The "sorry" I’m waiting for never will arrive, It’s the lead in my lungs that keeps me alive. I’m building a monument out of the "if," Standing alone on the edge of the cliff. If love was a debt, then I’ve paid it in full, With the weight of the tide and the moon’s heavy pull. You’re a shadow in motion, a bird on the wing, While I am the winter that waits for the spring. I’m lost in a cycle that I cannot tame, Every breath that I’m taking is, "Bleeding your name". ​Now I’m just a witness to all that we lost, Counting the wreckage and weighing the cost. The bed is too wide and the coffee is cold, And I’m growing weary of stories untold. The silence you left is a deafening roar, Like the sound of a key that won't turn in the door. I'll carry this hollow, I'll carry this ache, Until there is nothing left inside to break. The world moves along but I’m staying the same, A heart in the gutter, "Bleeding your name". Michael Powers "STYXX ON FIRE "
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