Fragments of masks.
Bodies with holes.
A testament to what we once were.
Beings who craved souls.

The hunger sedated,
As we tore apart our faces.
In the halls of Las Noches,
We took our places.

A shinigami's weapon,
The Key to our power.
A shinigami's captain,
Our self-proclaimed ruler.

We walk through this life,
With no meaning but death.
No purpose but to serve,
To fight with our last breath.