Small place

My focus is destroyed.
Concentration is gone in the smoke of cigarettes.
Care disappearing in the small flashes of light.
Whole place teems of deceit,
Struggling with the concept of love.
Smiles.
Good looks.
Excellent music taste.
Compassions,
Surfing on the waves of music.
An addict seriously saying "I can make ballons levitate but no one cares!"
Old joke.
Burst of laugh.
Then he realises later what he actually said.
Oh, sweet taunt.
"Plantation of weed is on fire..." says the news reporter on tv.
"Maybe a dragon did that!"
Voice in the background.
Stupid reality,
Just a sliver hopping around for no reason,
Such an attention w***e,
Even if it knows it won't get any.