Too much Molly for a Break-Up

The ugliness is overwhelming,
the tears are screaming out of my eyes,
such dirt, such dirt, such filth
lost souls devoid of space ( filling all of it )
their drunken teeth slurring broken bones,
their flaccid eyes limply holding on to my skin,
a billion faulty nerves delivering only fire,
these craven beasts
can’t dream anymore.
But I can. I dream underwhelming beauty.