Biography of Niko Nokturno
Niko Nokturno Poems
The Realistic Worm
Once, on a mountain top, I looked over the earth And the scene was so grand, that I was lead to believe That all I saw below my vantage point was everything.
Once a softness Warm darkness In this place
A Black Frost Gathers
A black frost gathers On the thin glass An invisible sun's light Pierces the window
But For Once
As a way to find myself alive, I wandered into the black woods, Into a thickening darkness.
I can't see through the thick clouds But I know that far above me are stars And the stars, sitting so far away, Far from the woes of the world,
The Cruel Skies
The skies are so cruel They mock me, my tears, With their unending and frozen rains That fall in many more places
The Long Hours
I've sat here for long hours Watching the sunlight die, Stretching the formless shadows Across the pale walls.
There is nothing so cruel as the distance between us, When Happiness (a more deceptive companion I've never known) Does its best to chase you away from my side, But, selfish and deceitful, exhausts itself and quickly dies.
Coming home again After all this time Open up the door Another place to hide
Too bad life itself has turned upon you Turned its grating razor head And tore you to shreds before you could run
Have we made this our last stand? Is this the ending The beginning Or the climax?
I'm all run down Some type of burden Is killing me
Please End the Pain Everything
I wish the moonlight would come hold my hand And we'd walk away into the purple desert land It just so happened those feelings didn't stay Cause the bitter wind came and took them away
I'm all run down
Some type of burden
Is killing me
My eyes itch
And my throat is dry
Fear not the desert
Little one, o child
How I wanted a mummy
Bandages on my cuts
I don't understand
What language are you speaking?
A lump of human jerky
In the throat of the Gods