Scars
My skin is tearing
I got scars in my face
but they don’t reveal
what takes place
in this cruel litlie world
you better pick up the pace
start running and running
I succeed in not getting away
look at a person
and try to realize
what it, he, she
is feeling
Inside

I got the scars to show my soul
the way it really is
these scars represent
the things you think but don’t dare to say
to say youre feelings are like suicide
afraid to run, but barely can stay
avoiding the subject of opening you’re soul
keep it up, in the end you’ll be just like a ghoul
wandering the wastelands, looking for something,
but mostly youreself
you pick up a shovel and star to dig
you dig and you dig
at the bottom of it all
you see what you have done to youre soul
you’ve destroied it
and all that is left
is a gigantic hole  
Sigurður Ingi
1987 - ...


Ljóð eftir Sigurð Inga

She girl
Grátur
Clouds
Everyone
Feeling so lonely
My Mind
HEART
Alone...
Scars
losti?
Blood
Screaming
Geðsýki
Revelations
New-born
Today
Final call
The Key
VOID
Meaning...
dog
Coffin
Marathon
CLOWN
the only way
the last goodbye
Poem
flies
The Show
dead
war
Forever
x
Screwed
gender blender
lights on the wall
Murder
faith
Assasin
jóla ljóð?
rhyme
society
I for an I
numbers
death row
Ghost ride
Note to you
angel
wine growing old
stuck on the road to oblivion
!-mad as hell-!
stupid song
empty house***
hidden world
clear
my bag
the real deal
mountain climb
broken
!-next round-!
struggle
written in bones
honesty
Item
She said
lessons
hope
come in
shiny
throw it
painting
Golden Calf