Scott Holstad




i torment my neighbors (may they rot in hell)


sometime under many
darkened
layers
of rain,
you
will come
a r o u n d
that
hidden corner
of
your apartment complex
and
THERE
i'll be
shadow
in the trees
with bloody eyes
and
smile of satan
and
i'll come for you
your hearts
pounding
and your last glimpse
of this earth will be
sick
as
sin









block


what
to
write
about

what to write about

what
to
write
about
what to write about


oh, fuck it!








never soon enough


the
anguish
is too much
for
any
human
to endure
the future's

CLEARLY
not meant to last - it becomes
the past

far too quickly

i simply want
to go
where good people

go to die
so
i
can claim
my eternal hell
all the sooner






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