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