Biography of Deadly Sacrifice
Hello. My name is Sara. I am thirteen years of age and would appreciate it if you could please not be so harsh on my poems. I love to write to express my emotions not so people can just say I need to check my spelling. I mostly write about dark things but it is because they are true. For example: rape, suicide, and murder. You know, it's just my style and how I feel.
At times I do not mind if you ask me to read your poems but I would apretiate it if you did not do it every second of every minute of every hour of every day! I mean I know you dont know if other people have already done it to me, but I have had people message me repeatedly so just stop it! If you read and comment on my poems I will try to read and comment one or two of yours.
Deadly Sacrifice Poems
Black hearts and burned souls, Never ending lies. Murdering, killing, slaughtering others, Everybody dies.
Revenge Is Sweet
Torn flesh, burned bones. Stakes through hearts and thrown stones.
I Wouldn'T Be Sorry Anymore
I'm sorry for living I'm sorry for breathing I'm sorry for cutting I'm sorry for bleeding
I hide, behind a curtain of lies. Only seen by the blind. Only heard ny the deaf.
From ashes to dust. From dust to dirt. From dirt to living soul. From that to nothing but on again,
Stalking, creepy people. Never knowing when to stop. Making fools of themselves, just to get thier attention.
I Wish I Could Help You...
I dont want to talk anymore, because I just want to cry. I feel like I've wronged you somehow, so just leave me here to die.
It comes, it goes. It is many things, peacful, demented, or depressing.
Crying In Despair
Trying not to cry while the soul inside you dies If you can't except that the person you once knew, is no longer the same.... Then you will live for an eternity.
Its Not Great
Why do people say life is great. Roses have thorns. War is still here. There is murder and suicide,
Boiling inside of you, ready to burst. Like fire threatening to burn you, from the inside out.
Love Is A Myth
Love is a myth that never existed. It is not here. It never will be. Love is gone.
Music Is There
So many types there to keep you company. Songs are my friends. The notes, the words, the peace and serenity. Always will there be music to keep people company.
You jump, but you don't scream. You know it won't hurt. You fall,
All shattered...All breaking.
Never feeling the same,
all you feel is pain.
Breakable things don't last,
they always shatter
into millions of peices.
They don't heal, they hurt.