Skip to main content

Yan Yan Yan dere

*gore warning*



 Can I cut your throat?
slit your wrists?
throw you in a boat?
Pretty please?
Okie fine
But can I break your spine?
slice your meat
make it minced?
then throw some piece
eat that shit
drink some wine
make you mine?
No, I can't?
but I want to add you to my human farm
No, I can't?
Then I will break your hand
tie it up in a burning lamp
dowse you till you are wet and damp
not with water but with brine
light a match and throw it up
till your scream, till it stops
but on no! I won't stop there
Put out the fire, See I do care
about your body, but not your nails
pull them out, use some flails
add some sugar add some salt
and rub your body with some lard
you feel better, yes I see
but fuck you are now hung in a tree
well there is still your spine at least
still, your body is swaying in the breeze
clean your spine with some lime
roll it up and paint this time
Now I'm done, the last step left
You hear me talking, no you're deaf
And at the end, I will drown
you in water and wear that crown
made out of your painted spine
and now you are forever mine

- Yakaa: Jujaan



Comments

Popular posts from this blog

special

never felt like this it's like waiting for a kiss and that hiss from someone trying to diss out to you, damn it made me angry i just couldn't see what he said to me about you, that we were not meant to be but you know that as well as i do that we love each other too so boo-hoo to all those haters, go shoo i don't need any of you to do what i need to do that is to show my love and go somewhere where we can call home even if its just an ice dome i'ma comb it with our love so all i need is you to have a perfect view of this world you are all above my world -yakaa: jujaa #topda(requested by this idiot) #promise(inspired by this idiot πŸ˜‘πŸ˜‘πŸ˜‘)

bad day

he's shaking now everybody's wondering how well how about him wanting to shout that he is stressed the darkness has carassed his forehead and given him the dark kiss he's vomited twice and has a loose shit and he's being torn apart bit by bit his anxiety's more than just waist deep his WiFi's dead so no distractions and his stomach's been upturned by constant contractions yet he fights yet he writes till he sees tomorrow's light keeping a little bit of hope in sight but he can't contact his love and he is worried cause he has to shove more pills into his throat no more load he says yet sleep's not on its way it's been one of the worst days and on the floor he lays under the dark sky believing his own lies knowing that he is weak but still believing that he is growing stronger with each passing breakdowns -yakss: jujaa (i actually wrote this poem about a week earlier but as i already said, no WiFi to upload. it w

three way war

The war rages on but the angel’s gotta stay strong even after getting a beat down from each and every wrong turn they took and from the demons that includes a one hell of a behemoth of a monster too, the source of their strength; a boon of a soup that heals them time and again but one angel stains some o f that  soup with his blood and after drinking that some of them fall and become tainted and some of them feinted to fall just to destroy them all- those fallen angels that dangles so this three way war rages on; good, evil and mediocre ones, home has become a battle ground one trying to lift, one hanging on and one trying to bring us down and it will rage on till our life is gone -yakaa: jujaa