Drools of the Night

I dive, as an enraged orca, in the depths of the silent night I dive, merely to cool my fumes, Hoping, that by doing so, The pain shall leave me and fly, as a dandelion Free, in the open sky, till it shall get stuck to another! I dive in the night, wanting to have enough power As to meet with Fate and ask Him to change the course Of life as to have it the way I wish it to be! Pray, my rages, if unheeded, shall turn me into a vampire And I shall roam the depths of the nights As on a killing spree, drinking random blood And creating, in this way, an army of vampires! Why, the clock ticks by, the painter of life shall get tired Somehow, my beating heart will lose its vigour And paradise shall remain as empty as a graveyard If my cosmic energies fuse not with that of my beloved! I wonder, though, if I am not going through hell in this life Having been inflicted with pain on all sides, and being denied Of that which I treasure the most; Pray, maybe, unlike orcas, I should strand myself in the blinding death nest of the sun's glare!