Tina-Marie

*~*The Watchers II~web of woe~*~*

Writhing in my web of woe
the faceless one won't let me go
contorted within a bed of lies
rabidly he feeds off my bitter cries

His forked tongue darts and whips
"Marked you are," he begun to hiss
"come on now, just give in
no use fighting you cannot win.
I've been summoned by satan
to collect your soul,
You've been branded
now pay the toll."

Impailed by a hook he drug me down
clawing and screaming but not a sound
passed over my dry swollen tongue
the death bell now, tolls for one

Fog rises from the bowels of hell
cackling demons chant and wail
Deumus rips my soul to shreads
hollowed my heart left me for dead

Harpies peck what's left of my brain
Sullen tears, all that remain
twisted and broken I feel no more
entombed within my web of woe...

Tina-Marie©2005

Sorrow of my Soul

Writhing in my web of woe

~Swinging o'er the wretched sea
tears of torment scream for thee
locked inside this rusty cage
in a darkened corner, fade away~

Sullen are her tearfull pleas
hang on a chain of misery
heart is all but now forsaken
love harshly stolen, vainly taken

Trapped and woeful in this cage
so long since the light of day
has trickled through the rusty bars
or softened cries of bitter sorrow

Spirit crushed beyond recognition
wicked dreams within my vision
rippin' at the throbbing vein
floods my soul with acid rain

~Swinging o'er the wretched sea
tears of torment scream for thee
locked inside this rusty cage
where my flesh turns cold, and
~decays~

Tina-Marie©2005

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With Liberty and Justice for All

If no one had Personal Courage
or convictions for our beliefs
If warriors didn't sacrifice
Tell me where you'd be?

To Honor our sworn Duty
Against all our enemies
With Loyality and Respect
The American Soldiers Creed

If Bravery didn't exist
or Integrity did not stand
If there was no Self-Less Service
Would this be the promised land?

So we hold our heads up High
Stand tall and drive on
Wear our Uniforms with Pride
**LIBERTY AND JUSTICE FOR ALL**

Tina-Marie©2005

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The Memory remains

On a jagged path I'm lead
gagged, upon the stench
spewed forth, from unholy ground
to eternal darkness; bound.

Beyond the realm of death
betrayal, pricks my flesh
damnation's fury unearthed,
The Tainted Goddess; cursed.

Flung deep, in a pit of hell
my blackened soul now dwells,
trapped, in this rusty cage
thrashing, from fits of rage.

No hope of being free,
stagnant, within misery
in acid tears it rains
clanks, the ball and chain.

The Sullen Goddess cries
praying only, now to die
suffocate, in torturous pain,
tho' Your Memory Remains.

Tina-Marie©2005

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Once you set your foot on the path there is no turning back