I only see figures in people,
and if I am honest,
millstones mean nothing to me.
It’s like the story of the narcissist,
love or don’t bother me.
The difference is,
I want to look at myself in the mirror
and see someone there.
The cure for vampirism,
no,
I haven’t found it yet.
I lick people’s blood,
if they don’t have yet, I make wounds for them.
I know a lot of people.
but I really don’t have many friends.