Waking death
In waking death I find solace
In waking death I find peace
In waking death I find myself
In waking death I find life

She touched me and I flinched.
I fell down and cried, laughed, went mad, got mad, felt alone, felt safe.

As she woke I died and got born at the same time, endlessly.

To live, I woke death.
 
Stefán
1985 - ...


Ljóð eftir Stefán(i)

Spegillinn
Skýjasæng
Hugarlundur
Ábyrgðarlaus
Þoka
Jól
Bakkus
Úr formi
Lögleg nauðgun
Óboðinn gestur
Angel
Smíði
Kúkur
This black day
Til
123
Waking death
Depression
Prejudice
Yfirgnæfandi heimska
Donde?
Sanskrit
Contemplating the sun
Night
Greed
Of cigarettes and life
Fantasy
Limra II