Sometimes.. Ignorance Is Bliss

The sound of the beating drums, and the strumming of an electric guitar.
The light smell of alcohol, floating from the people around me.
The pressure on my chest, whenever there are too many people inside, sweating as one large body, dancing in unison.
But most importantly - the blood running down my fingertips, as I watch the man in front of me shrivel, struggling to breathe while roots pierce through his stomach, and golden roses begin to bloom from his mouth.
What a beauty.
I walk fourth, picking a rose from the depths of his mouth, taking a small sniff, before looking down at the lifeless body beneath me. "No means no, darlin'. Sad to see you don't understand the simplest of words."
I, am not a killer. I'm rather doing good, to the people around me. It's time that I, a lady of my work, start taking the upper hand, and rid the land of.. Impurities, I should say.