the smell of smoke at 12am,
always present in the air

sometimes i wait in the dark
for the smell to just come by

my faithful companion
on the lonely nights

more than just a feeling
an indescribable desire

enters your soul and never lets go,
it’s always there when the time comes

tricks the mind,
makes it believe it's home

it's always there at 12am
the smell of smoke flurry through the air

- zn