No Name

Emotional residue keeps piling up, Like cigarette smoke darkening the filter. Lungs full of dirt, head full of darkness. Too little time, too much stress. Keeping up with the flow seems impossible. The end in sight, no light ahead. Another cigarette, another drag. All in one place, all at the same time, Going in circles for far too long. Unstable, temptations looming too strong. Thoughts of the shortcut is taking a hold, Blazing with freezing lingering cold.