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