Dark circle
In my brain
Drags me beneath
The waves again
Thoughts revolving
I can’t make them stop
Jagged voices rising
Mine is on the top
A black halo
Placed on my head
Gyrating patterns encrypted
With the words that they said
Despair’s cylinder
Drips black ink
As slowly into
Its circumference I sink
Dark circles
Dancing before my eyes
Will flee from the dawn
As it starts to rise
Dark Circle

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