In the middle of a dark and morbid groove,
Stood tall a house that would not move.
Built with pride from days long past,
Now left to rot, decaying fast.

Once a throne of joy and cheer,
Now filled with dust and webs and fear.
Its ancient soul begins to fade,
In silence where no light has stayed.

The closer you look, the more you’ll find
That gold once painted now’s resigned.
Like autumn leaves that die and fall,
The house decays beneath it all.

Before the snow, it turns to dust—
A monument of broken trust.
Its walls once warm, now cold and bare,
It shivers in the stagnant air.

There stands a door, but no key’s near,
No handle there to turn or steer.
It seems to speak with ghostly breath—
A warning carved in silent death.

The windows shut like coffin lids,
No light escapes, no life forbids.
You try to peer through glass so black,
But only see the void stare back.

Old letters lie upon the porch,
Stamped and sealed but lost their torch.
To a man once known who lived inside,
Though none have written since he died.

Yet still the chimney coughs up smoke,
A sign that breaks the silence choke.
You’d swear no soul could still reside,
But something stirs and will not hide.

Around the house, the garden weeps,
Where flowers died and silence creeps.
The grass has turned a sickly shade,
As though all hope had long decayed.

You stop and ask with frozen breath—
What turned this home to haunting death?
What creature stays where no one roams,
Still breathing in a house of bones?

- Niko

Have you ever felt your fire burn dim,
That all you do is not for him—
Not for you, but for their sake,
Yet they still say you make mistakes?

You give and give, your hands go dry,
You hold your tongue, you swallow pride,
You wear the weight they never see—
And wonder, is the fault in me?

You say, “It’s love, I do this all,”
But no one catches when you fall.
You’re left unheard, your soul turned blue—
And start to doubt what once felt true.

A father gives, yet gets no name,
Except when there’s someone to blame.
A son will love with silent cries,
But gets no light, just darker skies.

No one says sorry, they just let go,
And hide their pain so none will know.
They march on paths that never bend,
Pretend to care, but never mend.

The ones who never feel this ache—
They’re lucky souls, make no mistake.
And some will heal with time and grace,
They’ll find their peace, their rightful place.

But what of those who bear it long,
And think this silence is not wrong?
They’ll pass it down in quiet ways,
A haunted love that never stays.

They’ll stop the talks, they’ll lose the thread,
Yet try to help through tears unsaid.
A meal, a coat, a roof, a hand—
All done in silence, never planned.

But hearts don’t speak in measured tone
When love is caged and left alone.
The cycle spins, it scars, it brands—
This silent curse of being a man.

- Niko

Do you remember our first date?

You wore your favorite red top and blue jeans. Your hair kept falling across your face, and your hairband — the one you always wore on your wrist — stayed right there.
How nervous we both were, trying hard to act calm, pretending we weren’t falling apart inside. But we were. And we both knew it.

Do you remember holding onto my arm as we crossed the road?

You were scared you’d get hit, so you jumped into me — and I pulled you in without a second thought.
Your soft little hands locked onto mine, like they belonged there.
Your fear, your laugh, your warmth — I remember it all.

Do you remember our first date at the museum?

Just the two of us. No crowd, no noise. Just stillness.
We walked in silence, looking at old things — but our eyes kept finding each other.
Every glance was electric.
I remember how close we stood, how close we wanted to be.
Every time we brushed past, my heart beat so loud I thought you’d hear it.
I remember that feeling like it was tattooed into me.

Do you remember the bar that evening?

How you stayed close to me, and I held you like you were made of glass and gold.
You smelled like sunshine. I probably smelled like a chimney — but you didn’t care.
I remember not wanting to leave.
I remember both of us wishing time would slow down, just once, just for us.

Do you remember when it was time to say goodbye?

I stroked your hair. Kissed you softly. I didn’t want to let you go.
I remember that moment like it never ended. Like a part of me stayed in that evening, frozen in time.

I remember..
I remember everything.
I remember the way you smiled.
The way you looked at me like you already knew.
I remember walking away with your scent still on my skin,
And smiling like an idiot for days — because it was you. Only you.

So tell me now…
Do you remember?

- Niko

Fester and rot bleed where power lies,
Preying with greed, like starved-born mice.
Forging illusions of comfort for pawns,
Battling on a board played by men with horns.

Unfolding wars in the names of gods,
Vowing it’s for the sake of tamed dogs,
While the young and foolish **** each other,
To the hoarding barks of the old and the bitter.

The demise of the wicked will reach the road,
The day the pawn gets to the end of the board,
And realizes liberation stands where mercy dies—
For the silent queen, the castles, and the knights.

And that is what makes pawns into Kings,
But everything comes back full circle, like rings.
Once a pawn, always a pawn in greed’s quest,
For power attracts the worst, corrupts the best.

- Niko Randeni

Lately, I’ve felt like time is running out—
And sometimes, like it already has for me.
I stare into nothingness and think
Of things I’ve done, or should have done…

But nothing ever comes to mind
That I have done for me—my soul,
The person inside.
Everything was, and still is, for everyone else.
And I wonder if I’ll ever get to live for me.

Time is running out—I feel it
Like an itch in the back of my head.
My thoughts are frayed, my health is fading.
At times, I can’t even breathe—
Literally.

But there’s nothing I want to do about it.
I welcome the angels of death to take me home—
Wherever that may be.
For maybe, just maybe,
I’ll have a purpose in the afterlife.

-  Niko Randeni

To the full moon of August,
I write though you may never hear—
Since we last danced beneath your glow,
I’ve waited in the silent dark,
And through it all, I have missed you.

Once I danced beneath your silver,
And smiled as a fool smiles at heaven.
Never had I seen such purity—
A glow untouched by war or world,
A stillness only gods could shape.

Now the years walk heavy on my chest.
I sleep in darkened skies.
Yet in dreams, I find you—
But never alone,
And never mine.

I saw you beaming upon another,
A man of gentle breath and downcast eyes.
I burned with fire and did not strike,
For you had chosen peace over flame.
And peace… I could not give.

Strange is the heart of the wounded beast:
It howls for joy and sorrow both.
I wish you laughter, even far from me,
Though the wish guts me like a blade.

Let no one say I wanted chains—
I only wanted you to know.
Not to return,
But to understand
What thunder lived beneath my silence.

I was a storm with no song,
A fire too close to the skin.
Perhaps you fled for air,
And I do not blame the wind
For fleeing the flame.

Never again did peace return
In the way it lived beneath your light.
Kings may dream of crowns and thrones,
I dreamed only of your quiet glow.
No fire nor song could match your stillness—
I have missed you beyond words.

Oh, full moon of August—
The lone witness of my joy—
If ever your light falls near me again,
Let it know this:
You were the finest light my soul ever knew.

- Niko Randeni

1 “The Noble Princess”

We were children with crowns of spring,
Your tears taught me what love must bring.
Though I broke your heart too soon,
You found peace beneath another sea.

Your grace unfolded free from my hands.

2 “The White Swan”

You were the dream I dared not name,
Too bright, too pure to share my flame.
I loved you deep, but let you go—
To shield you from my lion’s woe.

A silent rose I could not claim.

3 “Full Moon of August”

You were my flame, my vow, my peace,
We loved like stars that burn too bright.
Though time has torn what we began,
No woman knew me like you did.

My lasting love, the ache that never sleeps

4 “Amber Eyes”

Two broken hearts in borrowed time,
We touched with hands too frail to hold.
You were my echo in the storm,
A fleeting fire, soft and warm.

We left no scars —just withered glow

5 “The Moonless Blossom”

You gave me all, yet bore a ghost,
I held you close but loved her most.
Even in your arms, I saw her face-
You stayed through silence, raw and true,

A queen who knew I’d never choose.

- Niko Randeni