The Sacrifice Poem by Marie Jones

The Sacrifice



He took my soul and it burn it straight to pieces

He took her soul and hide it in the forest of hell

He told her if she wants it back to come get it

she is walking through the forest with weary eyes

she saw demons coming in there black and red hoodies with blood traveling down their lips

she tries to run as they get close

she just keeps running..keep running

she heard me in her conscious telling her to quit


they are looking right through her..


they grab her skin and they tie her to a tree


blind fold over her eyes so she cant see


they cut her deeply


doing their rituals as she screams


i tell her to take the pain


she cries out for help when she hears my voice


i see her blood just leak


i feel so wrong


i feel so wrong to stand there and watch her get tortured


they pour the gasoline on her and gets the lighter

slowly setting her on fire


she was a perfect angel but she belongs to Satan now

Thursday, November 8, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: darkness
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