Ugly faces peer out of the shadows

Their red beady eyes

Boring into your very soul

The lonely boy walks past

Snubbing the ugly faces

When you’re strange, you can snub anybody

He walks on, his nose high in the air

“Why bother with strangers?”

Strangers gawk at the lonely boy

With his charm and dazzling smile

With his tough demeanor

His moonlit skin

His dark eyes

His outward beauty

But on the inside,

He is a corpse

Composed of dried veins

Connecting to a dried up heart

Which long ago stopped beating

He is looking for his queen

A beauty not yet found

Someone to love

Someone to care for

Someone to control

From a simple glance of his dark eyes

Someone to caress his moonlit skin

A beauty to satisfy his hunger,

His lust for blood