Dirty running water in the cold bathroom
Filling up a bathtub with a thousand cracks
The smell of sadness and desparation lies in the air
A shiny new razorblade on the sink
In the morning a tired woman has found peace
Given herself to the numbness of death
Empty eyes open below the red water
See not the horrified child scream.
Hugi notar vefkökur til að bæta notendaupplifun á vefsíðunni og greina umferð um hana.
Einnig hefur Hugi uppfært persónuverndarstefnu sína.