Possessed by the Music

She smiled her devious smile,
The one that scares everyone,
Makes them think of serial killers,
And that clown with a knife,

Her short brown hair swung,
Like a razor blades on a machine,
And she imitated a guitar at her hip,
Losing herself in the music,

I laughed and caught in the moment,
Standing and forgetting our dorm room,
Drummed out the beat on my magickal instruments,
Laughing all the while wildly toned,

When finally the last cord was struck,
Like a church bell of a funeral procession,
Our own possession ended to a minute and we died,
Again two teenage girls lost in our own pain,

Instead of the music.

By ChildofDeath

A little gothic girl going to a boarding school.