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When the circle starts to form,

a unity of black is born

disconnected from myself,

my constitution screams for help

Reconnect me, make life clear

numbness now replaces fear

attempt to rise brings scream of pain

and my day of demons begins again

Walking in this white and grey,

I can't feel or concentrate

crying out but silent, still

zombified by little pills

Faces that once recognized,

Me, my soul, my dying eyes

now contort with despair

'til I am just a shell of fear

When the circle is reborn,

the contents of my life are torn

lift me out and set me free

erase the black that burdens me