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high priest (yoda) (1 álit)

í Ljóð fyrir 22 árum, 2 mánuðum

into the darkness my soul is slipping filled with madness my mind has become my friends have gone they don't like me for what I have done but I can't help it I'm not in control I'm just an observer of my own soul I am lost do not taunt me for I am not there you must see that only my body remains and in it a foul demon I am no more -The Poet

Mental meltdown of the heart (0 álit)

í Ljóð fyrir 22 árum, 6 mánuðum

shifting and pitching twisting and turning roaming hopelessly inside I'm burning my mind is melting fading to darkness I feel empty this is hopeless she's not coming back my mind is gone my heart is crushed I feel alone there's noone here this is pointless so why bother I'm hopeless and noone cares -The Poet

good times end, bad times start (1 álit)

í Ljóð fyrir 22 árum, 6 mánuðum

life is over it has come to an end I cannot go any lower I feel like shit my head filled with crap I cannot think straight I'm about to snap going insaine or thats what my doc says that I'm loosing it I wait and count the days that I have as a saine person its not long now I feel reason slipping away my imagination is taking over paranoia is here to stay I'm one psychotic motherfucker -The Poet

I need needing you (1 álit)

í Ljóð fyrir 22 árum, 6 mánuðum

what is love and do we need it what is above why can't we see it these feelings inside me tie me down please set me free ris me of these emotions then I could do as I please instead I'm set in a certain mode pushed to my knees just to please you I'm sick of it but I like it I'm sick of you but I love you -The Poet

Lonely and Deserted (0 álit)

í Ljóð fyrir 22 árum, 7 mánuðum

Lonelyness and emptyness fill me up inside I feel abandoned, deserted I hvae my eyes wide open still I see noone cause noone is there I start to cry and run don't know where I'm going or where I'm coming from then I start to feel weak and I collapse in the sand how long have I been running? a day? a week? it doesn't matter I just lay there motionless waiting for it all to be over all this trying is pointless -The Poet

í miðri umferðinni (1 álit)

í Ljóð fyrir 22 árum, 7 mánuðum

sit allsnakinn úta umferðareyjunni leifi öllum að sjá hinn rétt mig en ég get ekkert gert í kvölinni sem fylgir því að vera ég ég skil ekki hvað fólk er að glápa ég er maður alveg eins og það fólk virðist bara vera að rápa eins og það sé ekki að fara á neinn sérstakan stað ég sit um stund og velti fyrir mér bílunum og og byrja að dæma útfrá þeim þessi er í tölvinni í öllum frístundum þessi vinnur hjá kaupþing þessi hlustar bara á FM og rúntar um með litlar stelpur þessi er að fara að horfa á...

Past me, Present me (2 álit)

í Ljóð fyrir 22 árum, 7 mánuðum

I'm all alone in a crowded mall my sun has shone but it shines no more I've been abandoned left to die still I don't wonder or ask why cause I understand the feeling of hate cause I hate myself and for death I wait but this wait is long and without pleasures I lay on the floor and hope to be crushed by all the people walking by but they seem to avoid me I understand why cause I am repulsive and deserve to be helpless I just wait and hope I die of hunger -The Poet

circuslife (3 álit)

í Ljóð fyrir 22 árum, 8 mánuðum

being called wierd by the freaks of the circus it is very unpleasant and haveing to live there when in your eyes I am but a peasant piked on for being myself not following the commands of others going my own way no matter whom it bothers we are not alike even thought we are brothers I will not bow and bend just becouse you say so this has got to come to an end before we loose our star attraction then noone will come to see us and noone will care nad thus we cannot take part any more -The Poet

Human Devil (0 álit)

í Ljóð fyrir 22 árum, 8 mánuðum

Locked up, tied and gaged Stuck in my own imagination I've been told I'm not like them I'm like an infestation I cannot be driven away I cannot be hidden you better know I'm here to stay I'm gonna haunt your soul I am not a normal guy I'm not just a human I allways was a little shy but now I'm out in the open I will soon have all the souls the it will all be over -The Poet

ruthless, soulless, madness (0 álit)

í Ljóð fyrir 22 árum, 9 mánuðum

Beat me, eat me, treat me bad I can feel me going mad youre a fool and youve been had you fuckin stupid redhead I hate your guts and hope you die a slow and painfull death no I do not tell a lie I have just altered the truth now youre dieing at my hand your blood is on my hands holding a knife, I´m on my knees in the sand I lough outloud and hope you hear the sickness in my voice cause your existance has been annoying youre just an irritateing noise and now I turn down your volume -The Poet

my mentor, my father (1 álit)

í Ljóð fyrir 22 árum, 9 mánuðum

look how far I've come becouse of you I am what I wanted to be therefor I am no longer blue and finaly I see that you did so much I know now that I need your touch to be complete I act like you and talk like you I'm apart of you I love you thank you dad…. -The Poet

Old Knight (0 álit)

í Ljóð fyrir 23 árum

I fear I have come to an end for that my sword is so hard to mend I can nolonger be a hero for that my strength is close to zero I try to act as I am fine but I blurt it all out with wine so now I'm but a peasant this life is not pleasant or maybe it just not for me for that a hero I was made to be I cry myself to sleep at night for that I am no longer a knight I've tried to ride my cow but I allways manage to fall somehow as I grow older my heart gets colder and I feel my life slipping away...

depression dagger (2 álit)

í Ljóð fyrir 23 árum

a dagger twists so deep in my head my blood is flowing as I drop on my bed I hate this life and just want to die you need not know why I've been this way since I was born before I could talk a christian sworn I never said yes I belive in god I didn't even try to nod now I am dead and not going to heaven I've benn wanting to die since I was seven but I'm not going down to hell now that I'm rotting I feel well -The Poet

Stóra litabókin mín (4 álit)

í Ljóð fyrir 23 árum, 1 mánuði

sé lítið blóm gægjast uppúr grasinu svo lítið, fallegt og sakleysislegt svo ég hleyp að því og ríf það upp því þetta litla blóm er frekt það tók plássið frá grasinu svo ég ríf það í pínulitla bita þegar fólk sér mig heldur það að ég sé geðveikur eða með fjögurtíu stiga hita en svo er ekki ég var bara að lita ekki í eina pínulitla bók heldur heilt tún og það átti að vera grænt haf með engri bleikri eyju og núna segja fullt af mönnum í hvítum sloppum að það eigi að setja mig í spennitreyju en...

Post Sanity (1 álit)

í Ljóð fyrir 23 árum, 4 mánuðum

I was the new kid nobody liked me no matter where I hid they couldn't let me be I saw that red head coming at me he didn't like me I knew ho would beat me this has left a hole there's a scar in my soul you will see me standing outside your door you will hear me knocking on your door you will see me holding a huge fucking knife you will know me I will kill you I had to move far away from that place my mind was filled with pictures of his ugly face so I decided to seek vengence right away that...

Minns Er Tyggjó (2 álit)

í Ljóð fyrir 23 árum, 6 mánuðum

ég er sem tyggjó fast undir skónum hjá þér þú mundir skafa mig í burtu og henda mér ef þú vissir að ég væri þarna það er þá þegar búið að tyggja mig og spíta mér út en ég elska þig og fatta ekki að þú sért að traðka á mér en allir aðrir sjá það að það er eitthvað að en minns ekki sér því ég vill vera hjá þér vill að þú haldir mér þangað til að ég sofna því mér finnst einsog hausinn á mér sé að klofna -The Poet

Imaginary World (4 álit)

í Ljóð fyrir 23 árum, 6 mánuðum

when I was a little kid nobody liked me I ran and hid in my own little world but now I'm stuck inside my own head I have no luck in trying to get out I hate myself and I wan't to die but nobody knows why cause I can't tell them from inside my head life doesn't look real so why go on life is of no use to me this is something only I see for that everyone is blind I go to heaven and leave you all behind -The Poet

Ashamed (1 álit)

í Ljóð fyrir 23 árum, 7 mánuðum

I hate this feeling I'm filled with shame ashamed of my actions ashamed of my name I feel like life is changing it does't feel like a game but more like a process filled with torture and pain I've gotta go this has gotta end there is a long road ahead and I'm not trying to be bad when I say that death is our final destination -The Poet

Hugarfanginn (2 álit)

í Ljóð fyrir 23 árum, 7 mánuðum

söngur verður að gráti í hálsi ungs manns ofbeldi og hrylling má sjá í huga hans sjálfstjórn verður engin sár djúpt í sálina fullur bati verður ekki auðfenginn mörg ár hafa liðið í sálarsárin hann lengi hefur sviðið hann vildi að hann hefði aldrei fæðst og kemur seint til með að skilja það vald sem er æðst að hata fólk eftir barsmíðar og læti hann mundi forðast það ef hann gæti skilur ekki tilganginn innan eiginn huga er hann eini fanginn -The Poet