As I dreamt, and as I flowed along the river of my life, I bit people after I fucked them, with the hope that there would be a reflection in reality, maybe it’s normal, a natural instinct for a vampire, under the moonlight, so many dreams, and so many truths echoing, who am I as the cookie crumbles, where do I stand when I land, under the sunlight I'm but a man, but in the shadows, my reflection is a hunter, a seeker of truth, smelling the air, looking for dreams and yearning, brothers in the shadows, my eyes open to hunger, under the night, blood and sweat, the stink of meat, the fruit passes, the question has been asked, we already know the answer, willing and eager to offer satisfaction…

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