a good man.
Humble, kind.
He never took a packet from the lady on the street selling. He gave her ten dollars and a smile. 

He was half a man.
Nearly dead. Starvation.  left for dead on a dirt road in the middle of nowhere. 
Jack noticed leaves, dying beneath him. The sun that burned into his flesh. Nearly dead. 
His energy gave out long ago. His legs stopped working, like out of the blue a disciple of the devil swiped him from where he stood. 
Half a man.
He remembered running tall, screaming loud, love. 
All he needed was a sip, a bite. 
He needed to live, even though there was not much left to live for anymore. 

Along walked a hiker, mean and proud. He stole from the rich, and laughed to himself. He will never be poor, he was too smart. 
Making sure he was invincible, he went at it alone. 
He got by just fine, until the dirt road. 

All it took was a misplaced branch,
It sent him spiraling down
He then hit his face with a rock.
It took Johnny ten minutes to be found.
Jack wept as he crawled, he heard misfortune near. 
He couldn't stop the thing that happened, 
But all at once, evil he did not fear.

He took a drink of johnny's blood, bit off a chunk of johnnys arm.
All he needed was a sip, a bite. 
He fed off his evil until he found the strength to live, walk, run, scream, love.

One had to die so another would live.
 
A sordid tale of good men doing bad things. 
We are all selfish, and greed will get us all.