sweet light | @AleenaDiAngelo

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⚠️- not for the faint-hearted; murderous; violent; recommended: 14+; read at your own risk


Pull the trigger of your gun. 

I swear, this time I won't run. 

I'm so tired of running away, 

now I feel like there is another way 

awaiting far, far away. 

Just pull that fucking trigger, 

I'm ready now. 

Ready to face your wrath somehow. 

My rusted dagger craves your blood. 

Thousand of years of torture 

will now make a flood. 

I've tolerated your torments

for thousands of years. 

Now the fire of my revenge 

will burn away my fears. 


Go ahead now! 

Pull that trigger, you moron! 

Thinking of you, 

I've made a special poison. 

Mixing all my hatred, bitterness, anguish and pain 

into one pretty solution. 

Thousands of years of pain 

will now bring about a revolution. 


Oh, haven't I showed you my dagger? 

Well, it's been drenched in that poisonous solution. 

That's why it's so rusted, 

just like your incarnation. 

There's nothing holding me back. 

You've played the wild card 

and it was the last straw of the sack. 


Now,Either you pull your trigger,or I aim my dagger. 

Ah! You shot that fucking bullet, 

And you missed! 

So back off. 

It's my turn now, to pull it off. 

I'll use this poisonous dagger to rip open your heart. 

I'll show you just how cruel can be my art.

I'll make sure you suffer from the same pain as I have. 

All these years of raw pain I'll give you back. 

Yes. This is called pain. 

I'll let your blood flow, I'll let it rain. 


Then I'll snare away your last breath in the moonlight. 

Let the world witness the dark side 

beneath my sweet light.



AleenaDiAngelo has taken poetry to another level. 


The mastery with which this poet has managed to combine the beauty of the literary style together with such dark themes is truly unique.


This poem might be different from the rest of the poems that I will be compiling henceforth, however its beauty necessitated recognition.


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