Liquid RosesLike smoke from a cigar, I am the threat of death that calms. A living shadow, I breathe the final breaths of the fallen. It is the aroma of a sweet pea, the final warmth of a candle after it has been blown out. Lips move seeking justice, retribution, silent prayers of mercy as they slip into the other side. In my eyes, the world is a play, and I have the starring role. Never do I feel remorse, but rather, it is envy I feel, of their merciful release from this world of rot. I can only long for their end and hope that anyone would be so kind as to send me to the next world in such a way as I did them. This is what I am, a bridge, a guide out of this world and into anew.Some may call me crazy, insane. I laugh and almost feel sorry for them, for they are missing out on such beauty. My eyes are as clear as crystal, glinting in the light. Their eyes are fogged and filtered, uncomprehending what a privelage it is to set someone free. People seem to distrust it, mark me as evil, and go on wi
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