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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!




Sairex the Dragwolf -> RE: Darkly Dreaming Dmitry~ Poems and Lyrics by a Maniac (9/23/2008 14:17:45)

Hit The Bottle

The world is fading
and so am I.
Tired of relating
to the lies.
The cold, the draught
and everything it brought.

Your warm eyes,
I wish that I could see them.
My memory dies,
I want to know who I am.

Looking back at the person I was,
waving back to me sadly.
My own dignity was my loss,
the ecstasy turned out to be deadly.

[chorus]
I wish I had the strength
to say NO.
I regret the things I did
for I didn't know.
My dreams now fly away like a shuttle
I wish I'd never hit that bottle.




Sairex the Dragwolf -> RE: Darkly Dreaming Dmitry~ Poems and Lyrics by a Maniac (9/29/2008 12:08:36)

Couldn't Care Less (played in major chords and power chords)

Why you're walking around
with your head down?
Afraid to make sounds,
always with a frown.

Thursday back in school
I saw you drool
Eyes wide like a fool
She doesn't think you're cool

[chorus]
Hey dumb-ass! Acting like a spaz.
I don't wish to digress,
cuz I couldn't care less.
Hey lo-ser! You have no business with her.
Now your life is a mess,
but I couldn't care less!
[/chorus]

On Saturday night,
you're dreams flew like a flair
Head in the sky like a kite,
but why should I care?

Shut your mouth!
Why won't your crying quit?
She doesn't want to head south,
you better just sit.

Hey you, listen to me,
as I enlighten your mind!
I'm gonna make you see,
possably, if I feel kind.


[chorus]
Hey dumb-ass! Acting like a spaz.
I don't wish to digress,
cuz I couldn't care less.
Hey lo-ser! You have no business with her.
Now your life is a mess,
but I couldn't care less!
[/chorus]




Sairex the Dragwolf -> RE: Darkly Dreaming Dmitry~ Poems and Lyrics by a Maniac (10/8/2008 10:26:45)

The Most Beautiful Change

The landscape and scene,
I just want to scream.
It's a wonderful thing,
that makes you sing.

All is right, nonthing's wrong,
Summer lasted too long.
Now it's time for change,
as far as my sight can range.

The leaves and the grass,
Nature's one witty lass.
And when Death comes to me,
'tis what I want to see.

Manly tears I cry,
when the leaves slowly die.
They choose to leave,
so their offspring can live.

That's all I could tell,
while the leaves slowly fell.
About this rather strange,
most amazing, exotic, beautiful change.




Sairex the Dragwolf -> RE: Darkly Dreaming Dmitry~ Poems and Lyrics by a Maniac (10/13/2008 15:15:14)

The Best Thing to Write About (a Sairex and MisterMafio collab poem)

''A question, my friend, if I may!''
I asked Rik on one sunny day.
''You might find this question a bit too loud,
but what is the best thing to write about?''

"That's a good question indeed"
I answered, slightly surprised.
"The best thing to write about...
Wouldn't that be the first thing that's on your mind?"


Well, dear Rik, you might agree,
for this topic seems the best to me.
There's none better reason to write for,
than make the reader see blood and gore.

"Well my friend I'm afraid this is where I disagree,
a poem about blood and gore might be fun to write,
and mostly also fun to see.
I prefer to make my poems more happily.


Good friend, please do not be so naive
If happyness's there, then soon it will leave
Poems of gore speak to people with roars
But nothing's more powerfull than good old war

Surely you'll agree that a war is nothing good.
And while it might give a short satisfaction to write about it,
I don't think a poet should.
At least not all the time.
Instead I'd prefer love, or friendship or something along those lines


Rik, you forget, we're discussing fiction
Our art must make people make surprised reactions
As long the killing stays in my own mind
I can give people what they really can't find

You make a good point there,
and this is probably just me.
But I prefer to focus less on surprising people
and more on letting them enjoy my poetry.
Wouldn't you agree?


I must say, that you do have a point
But the real topics that amaze the whole joint
Are the ones that make your blood boiling!
Do you hear what I'm saying?

I hear this very well,
and I completely see your point.
Though honestly I don't thing flames, fire and hell
are the only things worth writing about.


I'll have to agree, there's a lot more
Topics that touch one's heart to the core
Like Nature's creations and all she has groomed
The red autumn leaves and the shining full moon.

Indeed my friend,
but again, I agree.
War and death are all subjects that are,
at the very least,
very poem worthy.



Great answer friend, music to my ears.
My mind is now happy and my spirit cheers'
Tis been a great talk about what mind can bring
It's obvious, poems can be about anything




Sairex the Dragwolf -> RE: Darkly Dreaming Dmitry~ Poems and Lyrics by a Maniac (11/3/2008 14:20:38)

Just Another Blatant Apology

It seemed rather harmless back then,
but my mind almost blacked out when
I found about what you had to endure,
I don't deserve your forgivness for sure.

Before that you said I'm the good one
and I'll understand if that thought is gone.
It's a fact, that my poetry means squat.
It's what I deserve for the pain I brought.

I am not as noble as you probably see.
I'm not asking for you to hate or forgive me.
And even if you will ignore the latter,
please know that I just want you to feel better.




Sairex the Dragwolf -> RE: Darkly Dreaming Dmitry~ Poems and Lyrics by a Maniac (11/17/2008 13:40:54)

Ode to Mafio: Tribute to a Friend

Legends and Lore
may not be place of yore
but with the help of its Archknights
its not too scary a place
One we know and adore
is the Mistermafio face


A great man indeed and a poet with skill
if we can't do it, then he surely will
An hnourable artist that inspires glee
someone who's mind is like a genious sea


He encourages us to be our best
this seems his talent, his quest
He is artist indeed, with both quill and paint
his artistry apparent in his Visual Poetry


Girls melt from love and guys stop in awe
It's obvious, his secret, must be true love
love for his work that is art which we read
someone who's mind is a prodigy seed


he's magic indeed, helping those who are in need
understanding, patient, and kind
he hath a loving soul and mind
he paints a picture with brush and quill
helping us see, helping us feel


''Amazing'' is the word you're seeking
it's right here on my tongue, which I use for speaking
he's here right now, go sound the horn!
somebody who's mind is a huge brainstorm


if you need an unbrella, in this storm
girls and guys alike, he'd be your fella
he's always there to help, and guide
even through the approval's tides


When I was down, he threw me a ladder
he claimed that my work was a lot better

when I was up and couldnt get down
he helped turn my frown upside down
Made that jump from the plane
a lot less scary, a lot less plain


You might be surprised, this artist is shy
I can't believe the modesty of this guy

I think the time
has come to end the rhyme
we'd better shush
before we make him blush






Sairex the Dragwolf -> RE: Darkly Dreaming Dmitry~ Poems and Lyrics by a Maniac (11/19/2008 12:12:38)

That's My Problem

Sometimes lonely, but never alone.
Taken everything life has thrown.
Always caught in the damn tide,
but never been offered a ride.

I'm alive and that's my problem,
I'm alive and that's my problem.

Wish I'd never have to feel a thing,
always the peasent, never the king.
Engulfed in misfortune to the core,
can't see your reasons anymore.

[chorus]
All my clovers lost their leaves,
the trusted one always deceives.
No rabbits foot for me to wear,
the horse-shoe is beyond repair.

I'm alive and that's my problem,
I'm alive and that's my problem.
[/chorus]

[solo]

This is far from the end,
I will find a way, my friend.
For as long as luck at me'll spit,
the torch of spirit will always be lit.

All my clovers lost their leaves,
the trusted one always deceives.
No rabbits foot for me to wear,
the horse-shoe is beyond repair.

I'm alive and that's my problem,
I'm alive and that's my problem.




Sairex the Dragwolf -> RE: Darkly Dreaming Dmitry~ Poems and Lyrics by a Maniac (4/24/2010 16:50:43)

I Love

I love,
That it happened suddenly.
She was the only thing, that
Didn't trigger apathy.

I love,
How she eradicates the blur.
Now I'm assured, I hate everything,
Everything but her.

I love,
How she looks at everyone with spite.
There's a tunnel we can call our own
And she's the only light.

I love,
Because I simply want to.
The world is horrid and we are
More horrid than the rest of you.

I love,
Her malevolent endeavors.
My inner demons love her too.
It's a sweet and deadly force.

I love,
That the rest of you are worms.
We walk together over you,
And you crawl beneath our terms.

They say it's not true,
Just imagination.
My eyes turn red
From rage and frustration.

My palm starts to bleed,
As I clutch my fist.
I hate the fact that,
She doesn't exist.




Sairex the Dragwolf -> RE: Darkly Dreaming Dmitry~ Poems and Lyrics by a Maniac (6/6/2010 17:16:57)

Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow

Yesterday.

Mistakes that I've made
and will always regret.
A scar in my mind,
That I won't soon forget.

Today.

The deeds of the past,
now seem like a crime.
I'm given a sentence,
I'm doing my time.

Tomorrow.

I'm calling it quits.
Saying it's all okay.
Putting salt in my wounds,
jumping back in the fray.




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