Niko Tiliopoulos
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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?
Poems by Niko Tiliopoulos : 83 / 165
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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 13, 2006
Poem Edited: Saturday, October 16, 2010
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Again Miss Nightmare be careful cause The Godfather of your source who is my alter ego will come and kick ur ass.
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