At The Edge Of The World

**This is my first obscure poem. It is just a random collection of thought and emotion. Please feel free to critique and comment :-)**

If I was a vampire, would you be my donor?
Would you give yourself to me, and me alone?
This companion-less fool, nothing but another loner.
Solitude's feminine caress chills me to the bone.

Wondering why life throws you a curve, and sometimes an inside pitch.
What's with all the run-around nonsense, and what the hell's the hitch?
Everyone's got the solution, but no one seems to follow through.
I'm trying to figure it all out, but yet nothing you say is true.