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!
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