Eternal Recursion

I wake inside a mirrored hall,

Reflections chant my every fall.

A thousand lives I’ve lived before,

Each death a key to the same locked door.

The clocks are grinding, out of tune,

They hum like wolves beneath the moon.

The air is thick with looping lies,

And time dissolves in spiral skies.

I trace the thread — it coils and bends,

Every line begins, then ends.

Whispers echo, cold and near:

“You’ve always been… you’ll always hear…”

Eternal recursion — bleeding design!

Fragments collide in a broken spine!

This orbit burns — it tears the sky!

The start, the end — they both will die!

Eternal recursion — scream in the maze!

Bound in the circle, swallowed in haze!

The wheel is god, the wheel is grave!

The spiral eats what it cannot save!

I’ve seen the dawn collapse in ash,

Watched suns dissolve, watched ages crash.

Every war becomes the same,

Every victor shares its shame.

A serpent carved from mirrored glass,

Devours futures, feeds the past.

Begin again, begin again…

Until the void forgets the end.

Spin the gears until they bleed!

Feed the spiral! Feed the need!

No escape, no final breath!

Every step returns to death!

Eternal recursion — blackened divine!

Chrono-fangs tear through the spine!

The circle closes — the spiral sings!

The end is nothing, the end is kings!