That Hustla every day im hustlin

Edge of Sanity

That Hustla
Every day im Hustlin...

Pain Keeps us Alive

Collaboration between
Krys Sailer & Mika Yenson

Head swirls...
The middle of tornado....
Stomach pain...
Where did we go....?
Confusion sets in...
Where to begin...
I'm lost at sea....
Do you know me?

It seems like drowning.
Head under water
If you let it go...
Your head turns to slaughter
But when I’m with you
I just want a kiss
Madness fades away...
And turns in to bliss

You see me...
How?
Just kiss me...
Now...
Give me a plank to
Hold on to...
Feelings of dread...
Seeping like water...
Feeding the dead....
I don't understand...
What’s going on...?
Just kiss me....
And help me hold down...
Amphitheater...
Surround sound....
Electrical waves
all this sound!

Shhh... baby breathe
I know what you need
My hands know the way
To satiate you this day
Like undriven snow
You want to let go
It’s time to follow
Please don’t wallow

Wallow?...
Baby...
I feel hollow....
Touch me...
Please...
Fill this need...
Make me see
What I don't...
Can’t feel a thing...
But...
I need to sing...
The cries of carnality...
Begging you....
Please....
Down on my knees...
Baby...
Hurt me.

The whip touches your skin
Igniting a fire within
Every time you cry
You hear my sigh
Your p***y is wet
Are you ready yet?
For once I’m inside
You’re in for a ride

F**k...baby...yes!
I feel the caress...
Of the whip...
Is that it?
I need so much more...
Tied to the floor...
Legs widely spread...
No longer dead...
Feeling the kiss...
Skin on fire...
Taking me higher...
F**k...
This is bliss...

Feel every stroke...
Passion evoked
You don’t feel dead...
When I mark your flesh red
I will not relent.
I have intent
You have to bleed...
Before I release my seed

Gods, baby...
Please....
Slice to the core...
I am your w***e...
Your slt indeed...
In so much need...
The pain...
It frees my soul...
Flying...
Dyeing...
No need for trying...
Levels I've never reached before...
Gods! Give me so much more!

The whips and the chains...
Are getting mundane
When the spikes bring the blood
You cm like a flood
The ecstasy you feel...
It’s so very real
Your body writhing in spasm...
A spectacular or**sm...
I can’t hold it anymore.
Running down your legs to the floor

You see when I break...
Not much more can I take....
My mind is so strong...
Never this wrong...
You see me cry...
Finally giving in...
Releasing myself...
And you win...
It took so much...
From both of us...
How can we go on...?
Craving more each time...
Needing a sign...
We thrive on this pain...
It keeps us alive.

CKS 2019
That Hustla
Every day I'm hustlin...

Drag me to Hell
You fu***ng monster open your eyes
Doesn’t it matter when you make children cry?
You think you are great and that you matter
Get the f**k out you goddamn slater
The cut you just made goes right to the core
Just keep fu***ng your dirty w***e
You really ought to learn some respect
So ill cut off your c**k... your body dissect
You want my worst? I can’t let it out
What right do you have to shroud me in doubt?
When you show yourself it rips me to pieces
The anger you bring… it never ceases
Why do you enjoy causing so much hurt?
You really are a worthless piece of dirt
Words aren’t enough I must make you bleed
I’ll take pleasure in this horrific deed
Slit your throat? That is far too quick
After I’m done it will make people sick
Never enough… such mutilation
You think I’ll stop? No trepidation
Where does it end? Life leaving your body
Even dead you still look so haughty
I captured your soul; I still want its torture
I’ll never release it into the morture
I want you to feel all of my hexes
Maybe you now know what it means to be vexed
No rescue for you I cannot eschew
Only through your pain do I feel anew
I want you to cry out… drag me to hell
My final curse… forever you’ll dwell
You never move on... no purgatory
Don’t you wish now that you had said sorry?

That Hustla
Every day I'm hustlin...

My Love Hurts
Krys Sailer & Mika Yenson 2019

It just flows...
Like writing by myself...
Somehow...
We are different...
Unique...
A special bit of mystique...
I don't understand...
Won’t question why...
Baby...
Something amazing...
You and I...
F**k!!!
It started with kisses,
But I need so much more
All of my wishes.
Written in lore
It never ends.
A yawning chasm
Come on baby
Let’s have an or**sm
Touch me my love...
Mana above...
Drink me in...
Heat my skin...
Feel the fire...
Gods the desire!
My body devour...
Bring the pain...
Sheets to stain...
Blankets of love...
Transcending above...
All that's been known...
F**k till the dawn...
Make demon spawn...
Create havoc on earth...
Spirits unearth...
Give me your all...
Never let fall...
From this ecstasy...
My love...
Ecstasy?
Doesn’t even come close
I need more...
Till I decompose
That first thrust...
So much delight
I’ll do it again
With all my might
Over and over we cum...
Covered in fluids
Such a sweet taste...
Potion from druids
Pain and pleasure...
Ambrosia from the gods
Whip me again
Till my body nods.
The only real thing
That gives me release
The look on your face
When I know you are pleased
Oh! My Pet...
You please me immensely...
Can’t get enough of your cries...
I know what you need
And I'll give it free...
Just know that for you...
I'd give anything...
Ensure you are safe...
And in peace tonight....
Whips, chains, and paddles...
For your delight...
I'll smell your blood tonight.
Don’t tease me now.
I want to hurt more
Use me up
Like never before
Bound and gagged...
Only for your pleasure
I’ll give it all...
Beyond any measure
Cross every line...
I don’t have a boundary
This feeling is enough
To power a foundry
Once I’ve had my share
I’ll play your game
Take hold of the whips
And hurt you the same
This is trust...
No other name
Tied together in bo***ge...
We both came
Blood, tears, and sweats....
Haven’t met yet...
Enough pain...
My
Love
Hurts
Babe

CKS 2019
That Hustla
Every day I'm Hustlin

Plant the Seed
Cks 2019
Mika Yenson 2019

Feeding the fire...kissing the pain...calling the curses...making it rain...dying to strike...holding back...not willing to pay that consequence yet

So we get lost... in each other's mind... try to be kind... even though it hurts... must divert... cuts will bleed... so plant a seed... as we watch it grow... we know.

The seed will grow..and pain will show...but tricky is the road we hoe...perhaps we need to let it go? What good would that do...if he never knew...what life is like when you lose?

Need to choose... and it's a duse... we could shake his existence... put into a trance... does he deserve another chance... good thing there is distance.

Let's stop and think... The hell we could bring...the evil in me crying to sing...but ... F**k... retribution may sting.

How to be Real

Collaboration between Krys Sailer & Mika Yenson

It’s a battle
Goes on internally
Can’t be seen
On the outside
A nervous anxiety
Unabating
Itch
Leaves me distressed
F**k....
Words...
Damn...
Don’t feel them...
Can’t hear them...
This war is not real,
But I can't feel...
Anything...
Shutdown...
Trying...
F**k all their lying...
Hate me...
Failure...
Can’t see the sounds...
Breaking...
Faking...
F**k...
Stop trying
You can’t break me...
A battle between
The body
And the mind
Should fear...
Brutality
I’m fine
Stuck in this place
Even now
I wander...
Aimlessly
My use fulfilled
Discarded…
Gave it my all...
Never enough...
Can’t fix what's broken...
Can’t own this one...
F**k it...
I'm done...
Giving up...
Can’t feel…
The beat of my heart...
Think you're smart...
Don’t have a clue...
Never been here...
So fu***ng f**k you.
Think you're a God...
But I'm the Queen
Of suffering...
And Anguish
You can't kill me
Every day...
More disturbing
Am I
Too f**ked up?
Such a disappointment
Broken...
Bleeding...
Wanting more
Needing it...
F**k
Why?
Can’t I
Get enough?
You can't make
Me slit my wrists...
You can't make
My bowels twist...
You don't know
What life is about yet...
So f**k your hate
S**t in your mouth!
I'm a bitch
From further south...
Than you will ever feel...
Your life is a fairy tale...
You don't know
How to be real

CKS 2019
That Hustla…
Every day I’m hustling…

Better off Dead
Collaboration between Krys Sailer & Mika Yenson

Real witch bi***es don't need that s**t...
Speak it and that be it...
F**k...kill with a word...
Don’t even need to be fu***ng heard
If you really walk the left hand path...
You don’t need to put faith in math
The rule of three...
Doesn’t apply to me
I speak words and s**t happens...
Intention are all that matters...
Tools fu***ng shatter...
My breath creates matter
Lightning from my fingertips?
Use my words instead... magickal quips
Power like this is rarely seen
Not just a witch I’m the fu***ng queen
The bitch of a witch like you've never seen...
F**k you up and steal the scene...
Don’t need no ritual... no F**king candle...
Simple words bring my power... you handle?
Didn't think so... cause you rely on powers not yours...
F**k that...I eat demons before...breakfast
Plant them in fu***ng sores in your head...
You’re better off dead
CKS 2019
That Hustla
Every day im hustling…

Dont die
can you promise me
that you won’t commit su***de.
so there will be a
slight chance that you’ll
inhabit my future.
we could do amazing things together.
...make happy memories and
have fights that will be made up…
it’ll be a great story to tell children—
a great story indeed.
i promise that you’ll be satisfied—
you’ll be satisfied.
i don’t care about the hugs and kisses.
...that’s not love…
definitely not love.
love is being with who makes you happy.
you make me very happy.
i promise that you’ll be happy—
i’ll make a million promises.
...that will be kept…
but can you promise that there will be a future.
for there to be a future,
you must stay alive.
...don’t die, i love you…
That Hustla
Every day im hustlin...

Rain

i wish
i were as brave as the rain
because
they are not afraid to
fall

That Hustla
Every day im hustlin

Bite Her
A collaboration between KrysAnn Gernold & Mika Yenson

Come my lover, our meal awaits.
She is pure, must violate.
Rend her body, make her bleed.
Pour inside our evil seed

Lover, Sweatheart, Darling, Mine..
We shall share her blood...divine!
Make her whimper, slowly feed
Tortured beauty awaits our need.

Tear her open, puncture skin
So hungry...Dear, let's begin
you can have her jugular
make the blood flow drip from her.

Let it drip...oh...so...slow
Heartbeats harder with the flow
Licking gently where it falls
Hear her scream as Death it calls

Sanguination here tonight
Smell the air it's pure delight.
Stradle...hold her while I bite
Let me watch her try to fight

I'lll f**k her while you suck her vein,
And then for me you'll do the same.
Make her fu***ng scream in fright,
While we feed on her tonight.

Paint her breast with crimson red
Watch her squirming in this bed
Can't resist our ministrations
F**k her..now some ma********on.

Bloody fingers trace her peaks
And pe*****te her slow and deep
Feel her body giving out
Taste her darling, quickly now

Heartbeat slowing, done..the spell
Moaning pleasure, living hell
Ready for a quick release
Orgasm…
Heartbeat…
Ceased.

CKS 2019
That Hustla
Every day im hustlin

Hold On

It’s the name of the game.
We're slaves to our secret place.
Even if we discreetly meet,
since we hate being apart.
Safe and sound with you baby,
all I need is your sweet part.
Our secrets intertwine,
We play and tease and test.
The tension simmers up inside.
We form an explosion of emotions,
as powerful as the windiest storm;
but we only see each others eyes,
lying naked on the floor.
And when I said
“No I lust you more”
you melt and slam the door.
Gently kiss my hair,
and nibble on my neck.
Caress me everywhere,
till I softly moan in your mouth;
and it drives you wild,
and i quickly go down.
Kiss your legs, then your thighs.
Now your whole body shakes,
I lick on your every curve.
you pant louder and louder,
then scream “please don’t stop”;
but I want you so bad.
Oh and I am rock hard,
so I slip right inside;
and we make passionate love in the dark

That Hustla
Every day im hustlin

'Master of the Night"
Collaboration between Mika Yenson & Michelle Rice-LaPine

I felt the shadow's black breeze
It's the darkness, it's my disease
I mesh into the ebony night
I don't want to be in the light

Wrap me up in obsidian black,
I don't want to right my track.
I'll suck out your weak soul,
Still hungry with an empty bowl

The sable thick that clings to me
Satan's my friend, Jesus who's he?
I'm the anti-Christ that steals souls
They fill me up, my belly grows

So fat I have become today,
But my hunger I just cannot sway.
I'll eat every meek soul I can,
Devour them like a starving man.

You see my gnashing sharp teeth?
I'll end your life like I did Heath's
You can't withstand by deadly wrath
Your time on this earth has passed

In the next life you will find,
Another to suck your soul in kind.
Pain and death is all I feel.
You're just another fu***ng meal!

I taste your flesh, silky & supple
Your blood & me, the perfect couple
I'll drain you dry, just for pleasure
There is no escape or any shelter

Nothing left but bare bones,
Flesh empty of all hues & tones.
I'll move on to another victim,
Rip the flesh from their skin.

The lingering night is about to fade
Through your blood I will wade
My appetite will not be satisfied
I will wreak havoc and be gratified

That Hustla
Every day im hustlin
The Punk Poet…
Always Be Punk...

Image courtesy of Shuttershock...2019...

Come on

Come on baby.

Don't be selfish tonight.

Let's be lovers.

Let's be more generous.

Let's be more nurturing and caring to each other

As we taste and explore each other's bodies

Open your legs.

Let me extend my generosity

To the legends within your hidden temple

An abundance of s*x in the air

Is the sound of your voice

As you moan without care

I get so aroused thinking of you kissing my neck

and touching me in the s*xiest places the way you know that I like.

I just need you on top of me right now.

My body yearns for you constantly.

It has grown so deeply attached to you that it craves your s*x

and needs it to facilitate a healthy, carnal release

So come on baby

Don't be selfish, it's alright

Give me all of you

Focus.

You'll be moaning with delight.

That Hustla
Every day im hustlin

Demons

All our lives they've been telling us
What's right
What's wrong
Stuck, in our heads like a song

They tell us to have faith
To shut up and just believe

But what the f**k is faith
And who the f**k are they

They try
Pushing us down unlit paths
Then punishing those who stray

But the great ones
Are those who challenge them
And walk another way

They tell us to have faith
To shut up and just believe

But why ask us for our faith
When they're lying through their teeth

Greatness is to walk away
When the demons in priests' clothing
Are begging us to stay

That Hustla
Every day im hustlin

Angel of Death

When life Ends;
It comes Along;
He and his Friends;
Waited for so Long;
~
The end is Near;
In the Night;
Fell the Fear;
Try to Fight;
~
They are Here;
There's no Escape;
And you're Mere;
Just an Ape;
~
He is Nature;
Honorably Unstoppable;
And to Capture;
You're not Knowlegeable;
~
Life isn't Fair;
You'll Lose;
And in Despair;
We shall Choose;

~

He's Sneaky;
Death's Calm ;
Also Tricky;
On his Palm;
~
Just Surrender;
Do not Taunt;
With no Gender;
It will Haunt;
~
What have you Done?;
It passed By;
You had just One;
Oh My...
~
You won't Rest;
Death's Endless;
In this Nest;
Of Greatness;
~
For the Reaper;
You'll Fall;
Be a Sleeper;
That's all.

That Hustla
Every day im hustlin

Never Ending

In this never ending bitterness,
pour your heart out with a mouthful of sweet words.

In this never ending darkness,
stand up to the world, with a smile full of glimmer

In this never ending loneliness,
reach out to an old friend and share.

In this never ending queasiness,
take a breath

In this never ending selfishness to prove ourselves right,
give room to perspective.

In this never ending cycle of different phases, to which we stand witness,
learn from it...

that within lies greatness.

That Hustle
Every day im hustlin

Chefs Surprise

Collaboration between Kyle Salazar and Mika Yenson

The sun goes down light to dark,
I’m ready to leave my mark.
I’m looking for another victim,
Tonight let’s do something gruesom

Missing the "e", that’s right I took it.
Ready to feed, in a city that's crooked.

I’m gonna take a life tonight.
Bathe the city in delicious fright.
Making them all live in fear.
Ill drink it in as my beer

Impaired and indifferent, welcome to the kitchen.
We can play nice, or I can ask twice.

I have my prey, ready to carve,
You think I’m gonna fu***ng starve?
Slit artery, watch him bleed out.
I can barely contain my gleeful shout

Knife sharpened to perfection,
Polaroid to my collection...
Stare at the camera,
Or else you get the hammer.

I take pleasure in the butchering.
Ill tie the roasts up with string,
Then I’ll put them in a blazing tandoor.
Feed the flesh to those without any candor

The dish will be served,
You've already heard.
It was not you, but me;
That found itself in serendipity.
For in this game of chance you see
You never know who I could be.
I’ll turn you into a cannibal,
And make you burn with me in hell

Or remain infallible,
Yet creative.
Proving that you're Malleable,
And that I'm jaded.
They are so greedy and in my haste,
I didn’t even get a taste.
So join me in the kitchen tomorrow,
And we can spread even more sorrow

The kitchen is where it starts,
For those with the map of hearts.
If you have nice dishes,
Your other things should be delicious.

So once again I wash the plates,
I’m the one society hates.
Some people call me sociopath,
They are the ones who suffer my wrath

Kyle Salazar 2019
That Hustla
Every day im hustlin

“The Haunting”
Collaboration between Michelle LaRice-Pine and Mika Yenson
The Heavens”
Part ÎÎÏÎ

We rule hell, it's become mundane.
Let's move onto another plane.
Heaven looks like a wonderful place,
Let’s splatter blood onto god's face.
§§§§§
You my god? I think not!
Let me watch your soul rot
Now get down on your knees
Beg to me! Say Satan please!
¥¥¥¥°
I don't care how much you beg.
If you don't bow I'll break your leg. Sniveling god. you are so weak.
Look and me i'm at my peak
￦¥￦￦¥
I'm wreaking havoc on this place
Can you feel my power? How does it taste?
You never once laid happiness on me
I think this is something we will agree
¤¤¤¤¤
I'll punish you and all who praise you, Devour their souls, does this amaze you?
Make them join my unholy legion.
I'll rule here to. another region
θθθθθ
Yes I came on your face god!
No one knew how much you were flawed
Lick the sting from my burning eyes
Let me inside, while your heart cries
ΩΩΩΩΩ
I locked you in a tiny cage.
All I feel is burning rage.
I hunger for something more,
So ill walk through the open door
€€€€€
It's the door I've been looking for
Now it's time to even the fukking score
Ripped you from your flesh God
This is no ordinary facade
$$$$$

That Hustla
Every day im hustlin
The Punk Poet…
Always Be Punk...

A Rose

The way she smiles,
The way she laughs,
Beauty is in everything she does.

She's a tender flower
Needed to be nourished,
Her eyes are the ocean
Telling a beautiful story each day.
Her lips are petals
Like a rose,
Soft and tender...

Her smile, her eyes, her laugh
Beauty is in everything she does.

When she cares,
It feels special...
When she talks,
It's so very different.

She herself is an entire miracle...
Because the way she smiles,
The way she laughs,
Beauty is in everything she does.

That Hustla
Every day im hustlin

Show No Mercy

A collaboration with KrysAnn Gernold

Where devils dance and angels dine

Upon their wings you'll find our rhyme

Candles flicker..light sublime

Ah! I see...you have the time,

To dance with me...and then we'll dine...

An Angel and a devil fine...

Together it will be divine.

We'll dance together, me and you...

Turn the world to shades of blue...

and then we'll drink the blood of those...

Who made our sadness true.

Make the world turn green with envy.

Show them what true love can be.

Tear out their throats and stand with me,

in crimson puddles...the world to see

My blade brings vengeance, we transcend them... make them feel the pain.

And when the clouds come dark and sultry....bathe them...acid rain.

The bodies melt and all thats left?

Just souls for us, they wait... bereft.

We’ll rend them open with your knife.

Show no difference tween pain and life

For they deserve it, wretched folks, garish, haughty..

still they poke... Laugh at us... though crazy be...never see reality.

Both devils now, soaked in blood.

or are we angels wearing hoods?

Laugh together...both insane.

F**k the world its so mundane

CKS 2019

Mika Yenson 2019
That Hustla
Every day im hustlin

Flying Heart

You are more beautiful,
when you cry, when you smile,
and help others by you going the extra mile.

You are more beautiful,
when you fly like a dove,
and fill your heart with so much love.

You are more beautiful,
when you dress your soul in the garment of giving,
and strive to be a role model for the living.

You are more beautiful,
when you speak the language of the delicate flowers,
with your ideas make others feel empowered.

You are more beautiful,
when you sing the song of life,
and keep at bay the danger of religious strife.

You are more beautiful,
when you let go of your sorrow,
and plan for a better tomorrow.

That Hustla
Every day im hustlin

Rock Bottom

you were just a page
i kissed you with words
now you're a beautiful poem
intrinsic compliment making my fingertips blush
intriguing like a new word

she told me to make up my mind
i started thinking about her mascara
leaking under the surface of her skin
hidden under broken wings
i knew i had to unearth her soul to find the bottom of her heart

That Hustla
Every day im hustlin

Blood Lust
(A Collaboration between Mika Yenson and KrysAnn Gernold)

She sat there….lost in disturbed turmoil
The blood she'd shed...began to spoil
Rancid, the smell...from the bed where he lay
He had been hers...this man...her prey.

His co**se will rot another day, ripped from his chest, his heart...she did slay. To take from him what she deserved..another victim but still not heard.

Her mind began it's usual course, the victim was dead
And she was lost. With nothing left...no game to play..she dressed herself to meet the day.

How many, she wondered, would suffice..how many men would lose their lives...she knew she had no answer...to this question in her brain...and had quite lost track the number of men that she had slain.

Her alter is stained with red-black blood, but he was just another dud. Another co**se to toss on the pile, but he made her so happy...just for a while.

Smiles and makeup to hide the pain, but she wonders...was this all in vain? Not at all, she tells herself.. she will be much stronger..... and her blood lust will last longer.

CKS 2019
That Hustla
Every day im hustlin

"Love Finally"

Collaboration between Kenneth Flash Kephart, Mika Yenson, & Michelle LaRice Pine

My heart is broken in to a thousand peices
My mind is wanting you back.
My arms long to hold you.
Why did you run away

I ran because I was so scared
I never knew someone cared
Do you want to own my heart?
Or did you prefer to tear it apart?

I will swelter you in sweet kisses
This will be the heartbeat that misses
I'll always lather you in bliss
I'm the only man you'll ever miss

Im battered and broken laying here.
Are you the one to take my fear?
Mend my broken heart for me?
Together for loving eternity

Yes my love, I'll shelter you
Heal your heart that's black and blue
Pull the thorn out of your heal
With my kiss, your heart I'll seal

Ill walk with you, hand in hand.
I think that I can finally stand.
To love again, its such a treat,
For my heart again, does beat.

Bursting with joy it's so full
I succumb to the pale moon's pull
Will you invest your all in me?
Can you make this blind woman see?

Ill show you love as you have shown me.
I love this feeling, set me free.
Together with you makes me smile.
Lets make it last more than a while

Kiss me, hold me, oh so tender.
Something I can barely remember.
Love for me is oh so pure,
You are the only known cure

I have burrowed into your soul
As our beautiful love will grow
I can't wait to live another day
I love you dear is all I can say

Kenneth Flash Kephart
That Hustla
Every day im hustlin
The Punk Poet...
Always Be Punk...

"Monstrous Love"

I wasnt all there, neither was she, but in a strange way that was more than enough. People are like that. They become infatuated with something, be it money, alcohol, s*x or love. But love is the most dangerous of all. Because that infatuation keeps the darkness, the fear somehow at bay. But when you take it away, the fear, the loneliness, they shower you in darkness. That darkness it takes control, it turns into a monster. Without your vice the monster wins, and takes control.

That Hustla
Every day im hustlin

Non-linear time

I’m forever uncomfortable with the idea that time is not linear. I’ve always wanted things to be straight forward, for each day to feel the same, for every hour to be the exact same length. But they aren’t, and that makes me feel all woozy and sick in my stomach- like the butterflies are trapped and trying to escape. It scares the hell out of me that I won’t remember what it felt like to be in love with her, that, even though it wasn’t too long ago, it somehow feels like I never truly was with her— it all feels like it never happened. I guess most things feel that way, when you really get down to it. I can imagine certain aspects of my past, but none of them feel real. It’s like everything that occurred up until today was a dream, and I can’t quite place my finger on when or why it happened. That’s the thing about time. It’s always changing. Each time I think this is it, this is how my life is going to be, I wake up one day and nothing is the same. I’m terrified by the fact that I can’t truly recall what it felt like when she and I were on the phone all those summer nights, or when we fought over stupid things, and I cried into the night. I want to feel everything I’ve ever felt my whole life, even though that would probably numb me. I honestly can’t fully grasp that time is so fleeting, and I will never feel the exact same way about things the way I felt in the past. I want to understand it, I want to hold my past and my future in my hands and lay them out in front of me, counting the times I am hurt and heartbroken, counting the times I get frosting on my nose and I feel whole, counting the times I fall asleep on the couch or the times I hold someone’s hand. I know that’s an impossible dream, and that scares me even more. There is no running tally of lives you impact or places you go. Maybe it’s time I start accepting that.

That Hustla
Every day im hustlin

A Muse

Art, a smile like the one
on the face of Mona Lisa.
Curved like the waxing moon
above the sea.
Light a flame before a face
yet to be seen.
What will it prevail,
will it show once for all
a slow tilt on the smiling lips
—a curve softly locks on
a rose from the sun,
or a shadow beneath the moon?

That Hustla
Every day im hustlin

King of Hell
Collaboration between KrysAnn Gernold and Mika Yenson

A blank canvas... I sit and stare...
The pain in my heart, Too much….so bare.
Ill cut it out, paint in crimson red,
I hurt so much, blood will be shed
The Sacrifice will never know....
Upon the wind their soul will blow...
To satisfy my taste for blood...
I need to feel their heart succumb...
Ill craft an image of that lady.
Beautiful, sweet, and never shady.
It fills my face with such a smile,
But I still feel just fu***ng vile
Because my plan, you see, my sweet...
Will have her groveling at my feet...
And for her life she'll surely beg..
As she's tied down with open legs.
My fangs will pierce her jugular,
The blood that flows is oh so pure.
As her heart beats into my mouth.
Ill pe*****te into her south
Her blood so fresh, so clean, and rich....
Now can't stop... I own this bitch!
I feel her life flow ebb away...
She is my prize for just today...
I’m draining her, the body withers,
I’m still inside her, my phallus slithers.
As she dies I have release,
But I still have not found my peace
So I must go and seek another...
Feed this now insatiable hunger.
And daily bring about this sin...
That I am wholly comfortable in.
A w***e, a lady, perhaps your mother?
I’ll make them all die and suffer.
I’ll never find one to wear my ring.
So this horror is my only thing
For none can join me by my side,
And none can bring me sleep...
But I will feed on s***s and queens
Until I find my peace.
You call me demon, that is verbose.
Bloodthirsty monster? Not even close.
I am the worst of everything,
I live in hell. I am the king

CKS 2019
That Hustla
Every day im hustlin