I had been walking

For quite a while

Under a slang sunset

I was lost

Hopelessly lost

When I chanced

Upon two EMO girls

Sitting on a fallen tree

One was dressed briefly

In a white camisole top

And matching shorts

Whereas the other

Was wearing a goth tee shirt

And damaged black jeans

Both had buzz cuts

Bleached Blonde and Bitch Black

I told them that I was lost

And enquired of their station

As the day was retiring rapidly

And the forest was no place for them

They told me that they were

Dancing in Hell

And insisted that I listen

To a song on their razor phones

It was as I listened to the song

I felt their fangs draw sour blood

As they kissed my exposed neck

I knew then I was no longer lost