There is a simple part of me that is utterly obsessed with the way that you can slowly slink and sink into the depths of my subterranean brain, as if suddenly I am the one who is a reptile.
And I feel as if I am a reptile.
I feel cold blooded.
I feel as though my eyes can move all about me...yes, I see everything.
I can match my colors to any surrounding.
I realize I am reptile.
And the more you whisper, the more I hear.
I listen intensely to every sound that seethes from your lizard lips, and I am in full rapture. I am in a full collapse. I am a slow motion train wreck...violent and beautiful, letting the world around me study me intently so that they are sure to take it all in and carry it around with them so that maybe they might become so heavy that they can no longer swim and will have no choice but to feed, here, at the bottom, where the dead things and the monsters are.
I have seen the billowing clouds of steam and smoke and sand and dirt and dust, and I have heard the bending of iron, the snapping of wood, the screams of death and for mercy.
I know how it is done, and when I do it I execute it flawlessly...
It is not a form of art.
It is art.
The whole of it.
As people lay naked all around me, I rise from my grave and put a sleeve over my left arm, for that is the arm I use to strike, to attack, to cut them down by their stock.
I am a shepherd, a reaper, a reaver, a vampire, not quite angel, not quite demon, I am the fear that creeps into your bones when you see your own death and I am the whisper that runs across the back of your neck when your soul becomes scared, I am here in bodily form to walk amongst the naked and to cast shame upon them.
You must see yourself before you can come with us.
I am Demahsa.
- Dane Gabriel Russ