Maður á sína slæmu daga sem og góða, þetta samdi ég einn slæman dag.


Wednesday in the wastelands
dark, deep, deceiving
deep inside me lurking
inside the the deep dark basement of my soul
eating whats left of me
throwing away good, evil, mind, everything
everything which is my existence
my being which is nothing but a glimpse
a light, a flicker, lost in the cold shadows of death
a light
fading
forever
and darkness becomes everything.
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