Deamon for love

Love, my only addiction..
Craving like a any any drug..
my sole driving force..
the more I got, the more I wanted..

Alone, I crept in the hearts of many..
Slowly absorbing their love..
like an I.V. I hooked my 'love-tube' into the heart..
Suck them dry, I would..

Soon a supply would run dry; new hearts became my prey..
Shadow lurking is what I resorted too..

From
The vampire of Love