Malbro Lights

I can feel the clouds clawing themselves down my throat and into my lungs
The numbing fumes falling into the pit of my lungs
Weak poison trickling into my bloodstream

I exhale causing the frothing cloud regurgitate itself once again
And with it i choke out any thoughts and feelings I may have formally possessed

I cannot hear because the numbing cycle of inhaling and exhaling is ringing so loudly
I cannot see because I am so indulged in this pointless fucking task
I cannot feel my fingertips because they have been burnt

Time to light another its like trying to run it in water.