Dropping Like a Stone

Floating in the air,
From all of my mistakes back to haunt me,
Floating in the sky,
To stop all the pains of my life,
I levitate above all,
to make no sound from the lies I told,
Hanging just by the neck for all of my sins.
My feet,
Just inches above the ground,
My life,
Six feet under,
My friends and family,
Will never see this tourchered soul again.

By Knute

I am a metal goth, I love to write and play my guitar. I am nocturnal, and I do like the taste of blood.