Again, it pulls me in.
Each time, I swear it’ll change.
New doors, new ways to go.
Yet every step is the same,
an endless pull below.
The shadows turn, yet stay in place,
a twisted dance of empty space.
This road knows my footsteps well—
each turn a tethered, silent hell.
Hope fades in echoes, soft and weak,
each promise folds before I speak.
Round and round, the spiral tightens,
darkness grows, but no light brightens.
Lost in circles I can’t unwind.
Every thought, each choice I make,
leads me back, a twisted fate.
I break the door, I break the floor,
but they reform, as they were before.
Voices murmur, shadows mock,
my every effort to break this lock.
Clocks don’t tick, yet time rewinds—
I search for peace, but none I find.
Walls breathe in, walls breathe out,
I hear them whisper, feel them shout.
Hope reappears, a fading spark,
but fades as fast, and leaves me dark.
Yet once more, I try, I yearn
for some way out, for something to learn.
Round again, lost in the start,
fading pieces of my heart.
The cracks grow wide, the walls decay,
yet still I turn, and still I stay.
A fool’s march into endless dark,
each step a cry, each turn a mark.
I shout, I claw, but all’s the same,
a hollow void without a name.
The hallways stretch, the shadows grow,
they laugh, they mock, they know I’ll go
through every door that’s just like last—
a thousand futures, all my past.
No dawn will rise, no exit clear,
just empty whispers in my ear.
Round and round, I fade, I fray,
lost within this endless play.
I’m falling now, no ground in sight,
chasing echoes through endless night.
Every turn, a face, a voice,
each shadow moves, as if by choice.
They know me here, they know my name,
each footstep marks a deeper shame.
Walls whisper back, soft and near,
their voices growing thick with fear.
Round I turn, I sink, I spin,
locked without, locked within.
Desperate now, but calm and cold,
my spirit frays as darkness folds.
I feel the spiral, feel the sway,
its pull too strong to break away.
I scream, but silence eats my voice,
caught between the pull and choice.
Yet still I try, repeat, return,
hoping for something I can’t discern.
Each step’s the same, yet never new,
as shadows press, they block my view.
The spiral winds, the night unfolds,
the weight of fate, the dark that holds.
Caught within
what I can’t see
