This isn’t my room
These things on the wall are strange to me
These walls are strange to me
Why are they black when they were once pale purple?
My Mother loves purple; now look at my walls
My dresser, once lined with stuffed animals, is now covered in heavy mail and chains
The poster and banner of Harry Potter is now replaced by a sword rack and Nickleback
The scent of lavender and butterfly garden that used to float here are now gone
Is that iron or blood I smell in the air
A large bat is pinned to the wall, headless, with OZZY stamped on the wing
The carpets are black and dark red unlike the light blue carpet that was once here

As I look at myself in the large black ivory mirror I see myself
I’m as dark as the room
There once big smile, bright eyes and colorful clothing are gone
Replaced by a stern face, dark eyes, and black-as-night robes
What happened to me, when did I change?
The sound of a heartbeat booms from my radio and as I listen the door swings open
My sister is standing in the doorway
“What happened?” she says, a noticeable tremble in her voice. “Who are you?”
As she runs from the room I drop to the floor and feel hell’s hands grasp me
I listen as the heartbeat dies in the night