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.
