Santa Carla (Poems For The Dead)

Based on 'Lost Boys'

Sexy as hell they walk, the living dead
Young and beautiful, terror in their eyes
Hunting the streets
And haunting the skies
Under the cover of darkness they crawl
Blood in their wake, cold as the night
Hot as fire
Hidden from the light
A kiss to the neck draws blood
An initiation into their empire
Sleep all day, party all night
It’s fun to be a vampire…