The streets of LA shadowed by a dark overcast.

Approaching the Hotel Cortez there's no going back
Following the girl in the leopard print coat
I follow to get my next needed dose

We approach a wooden door
labeled number 64
The girl with the leopard print coat is Sally
Living in the notorious state of Cali

We sit upon the bed
and Thoughts swirl in my head
She opens her bag
and puts down her fag

She pulls out the stuff
She was no bluff
A needle and the dope
Just what I had hoped

She puts the needle to her arm
To which I see much charm
She puts it in and releases the drug
Dropping her head down to the rug

She looks up and is in ecstasy
She looks at me seemingly endlessly
She extends her arm with the needle
Shaking softly her expression feeble

I grab the needle from her hand
I want a clean one I demand
“I’m the cleanest person you know”
I take the needle and do as so

I release the drug into my blood
falling back with a thud
my vision begins to fade
but my day is now made

Sally leaves calm as can be
I hear my mom shouting for me
I see this bird it’s a crow
I now know it’s time to go

My soul arose
I looked down and froze
I was dead
my mom shook my head

Shouting for me to come back
But there’s one thing I lack
The love for her
Death was my cure

Mother Iris left the room
Pushing Sally to her doom
Screaming flailing from the top
She hit the ground and her heart stopped

Before I could see the rest
I awoke without a beating chest
Above me where I lie
Was a woman who could not die

A vampire she was
and so am I cus’
She gave me her virus
Sweet like treats from a pyrus

A drop of blood in my mouth
Even just a drop is routh
Although Sally has died
That is not the end of her ride

Her spirit roams the halls of Cortez
All around with others dead
She's human like you and I
But for her she has died