Þetta eru ljóð eftir mig sem ég var bara að leika mér að gera uppá fönnið og það geta leynst villur.

Our earth

Sometimes i feel im dying.
sometimes i feel the pain.
kids are always crying,
Sometimes i feel im insane.

Cities are burned down in ashes,
The woods are cutted down,
We are a beautifull creatures,
but some genders are dying out.

birds are flying in the ceiling.
Rich people drinks champagne and feeling nice.
Children in africa are dying,
and this world needs a big advice




Addicted


Im an addicted man.
There is no place to go.
im alone , there is long way to my home.

My profusion is getting higher.
My strength is getting lower.
I see my shadow falling down, i fall.

Today i see myself as normal,
and I see myself as formal,
i think im not free and alone as i used to be

I see a drink
lets start to think about If i couldnt quit.
My eyes wink
I fall down and shrink.

Tommorow i fall again,
my addiction has grown up again,
I dont have any change to quit,
Im an addict nit,
I dont know any shit about it,
I see a gun and thats it.

My story is kinda sad,
I wake up with a terrible dream or am i dead?