Vampires
I was sitting in a salon one day
Flooded by pheromones and sweet perfume
My hair being coiffed while I stare ahead
When a little taste of death soon appeared
Moving like a dark leopard into view
Thinly clad inside a searing black dress
Cutting her eyes in throat slitting slashes
Nailing everyone down in the room
Her draining essence sucking at us all
She enthroned herself upon a high chair
Lifting her long black hair over the back
Letting it fall in a dark veil, she smiled
Her eyes saying you mean nothing to me
Ordering her servant of her desires
Her diamonded hands and ears glittering fire
Opening her phone, dismissing the room
The sight of these vampires is startling
It’s difficult to pity their victims
They get exactly for what they have paid
Not a single conscience between the two
© Copyrights G. Jones 2007
Copyright © Gary Jones | Year Posted 2008
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