Page 70 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 13-16
To serve as flesh
Torn up fresh
Upturn the bed
Leave them unfed
Justify starvation
For some future libation
The present is pleasant
Only for your golden bezant
Jun took center again, roaring into his microphone.
But we’ll cry
And we’ll die
For your unclean
Your goddam caffeine
Go suck on your cigar
Rub off on your fuckboy your watch me trick car
Let’s check your lips
For dagger tips
You can’t even feed
If others don’t bleed
He felt like a demon now. Dark and angry, filled with vicious glee. Sweat broke out across his back beneath his costume. The rhythm had him in its grip, snapping and bending with its beat.
Hail, my demons
Are you not entertained?
As I rave and I cave, and make love to the cage
Aren’t all little canaries the going on rage?
This moment was a drug. His eyes caught Yohei’s. His band brother looked fey and feral. This is what it meant to be unbound. Jun caught Jaewoong’s hand, spinning in place, swapping places, breaking down Gigi’s choreography as light sticks rose up and down in the stands, making the world unreal, a swirling space of darkness and light.
Somewhere, Bak Sahyuk was moving through Seoul with an illegal gun. Somewhere, Sevastyan and Rei were moving through bunkers in cold mountain strongholds, preparing to destroy the heart of the Merchari. Somewhere, officers were preparing to enter a high rise in New York with a judicial warrant.
So hail, my demons
There’s a spark in the heart of the dark
An art you can’t narc
None of it was real. Jun was music and rage, artistic expression caught for an instant in a human body bleeding out into ephemeral, uncontrollable spirit.
