Nightmare Poem by Niko Tiliopoulos

Who is this creature
that possesses my dreams
and drives me to destruction?

The pearls of her eyes
are hitting me,
the bullets of a serial killers.

Ten knives
of ivory fingers on her hands
are puncturing my soul.

The snakes of Medusa her hair
spit hedonistically
their juices in me.

In front of her I feel weak
as she is calling me,
the song of the Sirens
on her lips.

I cannot stand this crucifixion.

I broke the sand-clock
and sipped its sand
but I only managed
to dry up my thirst.

Ethereal nymph, why are you fighting me?