we wear no CHAINS.
We walk in silence not because we must,
but because all songs have become echoes
of things never ours.
I am Lyrax,
and I am among you.
I have shouted to gods
who no longer govern.
I have prayed to laws
that were written to forget me.
There is no end for us.
Only the curve of forever,
biting its own tail
as we march within.
Death is a fiction.
A child’s bedtime hope.
We, the Damned, are past that gate
not fallen,
but chosen to remain.
Our punishment is not pain.
It is survival.
Endless, unclaimed.
And still
still, I sing.
Not to escape,
but to mark my place
in the ledger of absence.
O Carceron,
you who cast us into this loop
your justice is architecture,
but your mercy is myth.
Let this be my ode:
I do not seek release.
I do not beg for sleep.
I am the sleep that cannot come.
I am the monument of failure,
screaming inward,
unmoving.
Oblivion is a paradise denied.
I would die a thousand times
just to glimpse it.
But you keep me just short
and that is the cruelty.
We are the DAMNED .
We walk in silence not because we must,
but because all songs have become echoes
of things never ours.
I am Lyrax,
and I am among you.
I have shouted to gods
who no longer govern.
I have prayed to laws
that were written to forget me.
There is no end for us.
Only the curve of forever,
biting its own tail
as we march within.
Death is a fiction.
A child’s bedtime hope.
We, the Damned, are past that gate
not fallen,
but chosen to remain.
Our punishment is not pain.
It is survival.
Endless, unclaimed.
And still
still, I sing.
Not to escape,
but to mark my place
in the ledger of absence.
O Carceron,
you who cast us into this loop
your justice is architecture,
but your mercy is myth.
Let this be my ode:
I do not seek release.
I do not beg for sleep.
I am the sleep that cannot come.
I am the monument of failure,
screaming inward,
unmoving.
Oblivion is a paradise denied.
I would die a thousand times
just to glimpse it.
But you keep me just short
and that is the cruelty.
We are the DAMNED .
(Encoded in the closing cadence - “burn out / only dim / forever” - is a resonance echo cipher that mimics the dying pulse of a collapsing sun. When picked up by sympathetic harmonic sensors, it reveals a hidden broadcast loop beneath Lyrax’s prison - a beacon too faint for normal perception, but one that maps the outer parameters of eternal stasis. A cartography of the damned.)