those vampire nights

the vampires, that you see,
out late at night,
pale, almost unseen,
are not unkind, or different
than you or me.
they are fighting the light
of youth fading.
there was a time
when you were one of them.
hair spiked and green,
drinking and dancing until
the sun came up.
wanting not only the clock
to stop, but the world too.
it was fun biting into
the perfumed necks of strangers,
women that you danced with
in the smoke filled rooms,
woke up beside,
neither knowing who was who.