dead
Life is a present
Death is a gift
both look alike
over so swift
count to ten
and suddenly then
will you remember the truth
you can’t do this again
time is of the essence
left only a few
breathing so heavily
reacting to the cue
of machines that pump air
through you’re lungs and you’re brain
“Can’t live on my own?”
going insane
tortured ,you fight
through the whole night
streaming you’re face
you see the light
moving in for the final
and relentless sleep
this isn’t a dream
you take the leap
into oblivion
falling, you feel a bit sceared
on too a cloud
brilliant, not feared
hover to heaven
family in tears
“ETD, fourteen , eleven”
doctor in tears  
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