impromptu notes & scatterbrained dolls

this is not a drill

nor any kind of will

a straightforward answer


academics will hinder

moreso irrelevant thoughts

of this unnamed “educator”


too many, too much

that’s a rather lot to do

will i ever sort it out


energy continuously drained

nature’s and mine’s

living in multiple facets


ahhh, i want to sleep

darkness awaiting tomorrow

leaves with this note


and a bunch more nonsense

just to keep at least this one

alive, i guess




Let It Go

Yanderes are red,
Tsunderes are you.
Come, choose quickly,
Forget it, I’m killing you.


!!! Warning !!!

What you are about to read or sing shows multiple mentions of love, kill, and blood. Unless you are queasy or uncomfortable with these things, I beg of you, PLEASE DON’T READ. I don’t want to be liable for any triggers—psychopathic, disgust, or vomit-inducing. This is a product of a sick mind, four years ago and still.

But if you’re tainted by the dark side, I welcome you. If this reminds you of Yandere Simulator, it reminds me too. Although, this piece was created before I even found out about YanSim.

Remember: I, myself, don’t tolerate unjust killings but this is an example how dark a human mind can be and this is just treading the shallow waters. Unless you don’t want or is not strong enough to go insane, plagued by nightmares or wonder about the unknown side of madness, don’t go there.

Continue reading “Let It Go”

. . . y o u s e e m e . . . ?

Do you see me watch over you?

Of course not, that’s too absurd to be true.
Too ridiculous and creepy enough if you knew.

Can you see me look at you?

Funny enough, I steal glances from time to time.
Though, my stares had lingered too long it’s a crime.

Will you see me observing you?

It’s nigh impossible our eyes wouldn’t meet, forcing me to retreat
But then, a master of secrecy, would not be forced a strategic defeat.

May I continue the broken glimpses?

After all, you were tantalizing enough to warrant longing gazes
You don’t know how much my heart races from the thrilling blazes

Shall I concoct a calming potion for you?

There’s nothing worrying in it, you can view the creation itself
Just some coup d’oiel as my handiwork caresses lips, yourself

Is my presence upsetting you?

Oh, don’t mind me, I’m just studying any signs or side effects
After all, I’m very much excited to examine and detect

Feeling fine, are you?

Your legs will weaken, hands will numb, your body will grow cold
A ghoul I’ve been called. Bon Appetit! I truly have scored a gold.


(n.) temporary passion: an intense but short-lived irrational passion for somebody or something

i love too much

until my heart

cannot take it

i fall too hard

need to clutch

here it starts

fire’s been lit

down my guard

be rational, i say

it’s an addiction

let it be, it’ll go

but i can’t wait

tricks my mind play

stuck an affliction

i want it but no

mend this state

infatuation, leave

confusing love, it is

red strings weave

make it stop, please

sOrR y guilty HURTS




Words hacking  this poor heart

I can’t tell you to stop

Because I’m afraid to destroy  the state of your art

Each single tear。。。

Each crimson drop  。。。

i’ m guilty

i’ m guilty

i’ m guilty

But don’t let my guilt  eat you

You have suffered way too much

A patchwork of my own, I will sew

Let me take your fear 。。。

Let me hold your touch  。。。

i’ M  sO rR y

i’ M  sO rR y

i’ M  sO rR y

For being powerless

For being useless

For being mindless

For being heartless


“Let me hear more of your dulcet whimpers.”


It’s your fault you know… How you fall trap to the decadence of bittersweet gratification and torture.

To helplessly drown in sorrows… It was oh, so wrong, but the repeating lines bear no relevance to the future.


“Stop the voices! Stop the noises!”


It’s driving you crazy, isn’t it? Nauseating criticisms, frustrating expectations, disturbing contemplation

So maybe the only way is to carve out the agony and let the gore flow, painting, staining decisions


“It’s painful to watch… This burden…”


It’s how you cope, huh? I had suspicions but I tried to deny so I won’t pry. But it came down to this.

I’m sorry but I don’t even know if you want my pity. So, here I’ll stay, don’t die on me, please.


“Pitiful… Pathetic… Little child. You’re conflicted and confused.”


Your heart constricting, twisting, disgusting filled with pretenses of love, trying to be normal, hah!

Not knowing what to do, stuck at crossroads, where will you head? Always trying to please, don’t make me laugh.


“In the end, whatever you do, it will always destroy you.”