a 2 a.m. revelation...

no wonder they all love...i see their past lovers...and i feel pity..i feel pity for all of us...cus i had perfection which i can never have again and they will never know perfection...the web weaver just weaves a tangle of obsessions...a need...a drive...a force...perfect...perfection needs to be achieved..and then it dawns...this burning realisation...an escape seems inevitable...the morality is questioned...why are there no answers?? screams and shouts...deafen me tonight...for it makes no worth...pointless seem the endeavours...pointless seems this ride...i am the destination..i for once will not become a destiny..i will not be their evil desire...a frutation of odds...you are of no worth...my worth is realised...my dream lives in another...i'm not sorry...i will never feel...feeling is pain...pain is pointless..its another thread on the web..woven to be believed...existence questioned..