A man of prestige is all you see.
Really?
Stimulation is what he receives
If he gets what he needs.
The hunt for it
It's easy.
All he needs is one shot.
The taste of blood.
Warm fluid of the unaware
Unknown
He continues to live
A, B, A/B, O, positive, negative
It's all the same
The copper taste of blood
Tales of a unique story
Gossip about a man, well...
Those who know the truth
Are not around, they can't tell
How they lived, loved
Cried, died
Feared, sacrificed blood
To keep that monster alive.