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Sairex the Dragwolf -> Darkly Dreaming Dmitry~ Poems and Lyrics by a Maniac (8/26/2008 16:53:37)
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The Seven Scenes of Murder
Down.
Failing to get up.
Anger bursting strong inside.
Scenes of murder roam my mind.
First there is the motive.
Silent, yet persuasive.
Hiding somewhere in the dark,
Just to one day fully spark.
The next image begins to sprout,
The choice of weaponry no doubt.
Will it be a shining blade?
Perhaps the rusty garden spade.
My body wants a taste of blood,
The choice of victim is my next stop.
Paranoiac neighbour wrapped in a sheet...
Or do I want some fresher meat?
Indeed, the student that I least adore.
I guess you're wandering: ''What for?''
I can't say now, I'm stalking,
Both when he sits, as when he's walking.
When the prey expects it least,
I commence a punch with my fist.
Slowly I drag the scum away,
Making sure, he won't see day.
Alas I'm forced to say goodbye,
'Tis the finale of this crime.
The murder now must be commenced,
Now I must use my only chance.
Down.
Failing to get up.
Hidden from the world by bars.
Haunted by my present scars.
The Choice of Weaponry (sub poem)
Oh wich to pick,
Oh wich to choose?
To end a life,
To tie the noose.
A variety of choices,
Bestowed upon you.
To smash or to slash,
What will you do?
The first on my list
Is the mistress- Spade.
Often neglected,
But very effective.
I have something deadly,
Hidden up my sleeve.
With this little dagger,
I slash through with ease.
With bloodlust and skill
The killer improves.
With the light-weight sword,
Come new skills and moves.
With patience going thin
And time growing short,
The judge that is within
Must start the court.
So to get the deserving
And to to punish precisely,
Make haste with prepairs
And choose your weapon wisely.
Inside and Out
I see today a craved up face.
Why did I do it in the first place?
I'm guessing anger was the best
Choice to fill my empty chest.
On your visage there's a beautifull crack
It trully gives you what you lack.
It's satisfacting to watch you bleed
I burst in laughter while you plead!
The world shall see the reall You now
None will care of ''why'' and ''how''.
From accomplishment I wish to shout
Now you're hideous in and out!
Heavy Eyelids of a Madman
Looking around for amusement
nothing seems to interest me.
No longer capable of movement
moving obejcts hard to see.
Power fades with every minute
inside voices sit silently.
I want to scream like I mean it,
but now it isn't meant to be.
This thirst for action, thrill, excitement
gets comfort from a glass.
No escape and no enlightment,
no sweet, cold steel's caress.
Should I lay my head on soft, white feathers,
though this could be a dream itself.
I'm trying hard, but does it matter,
this could be damaging my health.
But think again, should I care?
For tommorow is a new day.
I'll go to sleep now, with a glare
and leave you shadowed if I may.
Maniacal Laughter a.k.a A Talk with Me
There you are all sad,
a pathetic sight that makes me mad.
You're a failure and that's just fine,
now get up and seize your whine!
What's the point? I'll fail once more.
This isn't art, no more than chores.
I try and I try and nothing works,
the mind is empty, not a thought lurks.
Snap out of it you lowesome turd!
Was that complainting that I heard?
Look around, you have friends,
all ready to lend you a hand.
Perhaps you're right, I'll try once more.
To friends, to art, to what I'm born for.
I shall spread macabre through-out this land
hearts will turn black and souls into sand.
Bwahahahahahahaha!
Finally I've awoken your darkness!
Blood you shall spill and death you shall harness.
You'll hold many questions and so little answers
my work here is done I created a monster!
Bwahahahahahahaha!
Two of a Kind Insane
Who kills the mood and scares the light,
laughing and asking for a fight?
Never ran from a mental brawl so far.
So, can you guess what we are?
Be careful not to cross the line!
Falling down will take some time.
It's a long road back up, don't bother to try!
The myth of our sanity is a lie.
Tic-Tock go our brains.
A synchronised madness linked with a chain.
We're each others weapon and your sanity's bane.
Me and Her are two of a kind insane.
Don't you worry, it's not that bad
I think you didn't see the hole in my head.
Look through it and see Her playful eyes
the void inside them make children cry.
Be quiet, it's our turn to speak!
I won't go away, she won't turn the other cheek.
Spill the blood and rattle them bones,
when spreading madness don't do it alone.
Tic-Tock go our brains.
A synchronised madness linked with a chain.
We're each others weapon and your sanity's bane.
Me and Her are two of a kind insane.
Chaos Most Delicious
Ah, breathe the air and breeze so nice
turning the warmest heart to ice.
Try to save all your weeps and cries,
there are only facts, all truth, no lies.
It used to be dull and old, not new,
but everything changed thanks to a few.
I'm thankful for this disorderly time!
It activated this sleeping brain of mine.
Let us thank the responsible man above,
his faith in his citizens drowns me in awe.
But forget not about the sacrificed chaps,
pay your homage and take off your your hats!
Bloody Hell
It's only dark 'till you open your eyes,
if you still can't see, then look into mine.
Brace yourself to see what it spies-
a heart, an intestine, a twisted spine.
Note: not finished yet!
Rattle Them Bones
I once was walking through a forest-
called the place where the undead nest.
I got excited to a scary degree,
when I saw a pile of bones looking down at me.
So, I quickly drew my sword and was on my guard,
these breathless monstrocities are about to get carved!
[chorus]
Ribs got crushed and skulls went high,
I bet if they felt pain, I would make them cry.
Watch the bones fly by as I laugh!
I'll make these skeletons pray for death.
The fight is over and I can barely stand,
there's dust on my armor and my sword got bent.
But I realised, after defeating this horde,
after they're all gone, I'm feeling quite bored.
A sound of hope has reached my ears,
I hear a rattling noise in the distance.
A bigger group is hobbling this way.
A damsel in distress would really make my day.
So, I quickly drew my sword and was on my guard,
these breathless monstrocities are about to get carved!
[chorus]
Hello, I am back! (Versy made me do it) Gonna apply for approval with my old junk, then write some new, I guess I'll start with finishing Bloody Hell. Enjoy, people!
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