Face up

I wait for the gatekeeper slowly
with a pure haert
I blindfold my concience
with the blood from my vains
I reach for my throat
to save it and to strangle it
I put on my tefflon suit
and stand face up in the storm
I wait for the liquid swords
to pierce through my heart
I hope for the holder
to drop himself upun me
Everything for nothing
and Im Still standing face up
I try to balance my fall
on the finly sharpened spikes
I know I was for somthing and my knowledge dies with me
I rush to take a peak
at my slowly festering bodily remains
I see them sinking into the soil
with their new meaning
Everything for nothing
and Im still standing face up

Brjánn Árnason
1980 - ...

Ljóð eftir Brján Árnason

beginning of end
through my emetions
everything is nothing
að sofna að vakna
Gabríel Rökkvi
Skrifað til Afa
Face up
Lost In Life
From the deepest pool
For Me