Vice.

A penchant living for the immortal hybrid human, ageless eons of crimson life drink I, forever living endless in the shadows, a darkened stench like rotting mortality, I must have you, take your passions as my own flesh, engulfing elixirs of your beating heart for my life, exceeding boundaries of wisdom I will consume, expelling only but a night for me, your lifetime as a dinner sweet satisfying tasteful morsel for seconds of my infinity, my vice a penchant for a life eternal, rages on behind your dead eyes.

(C) Tony B. 11/15/16.