The blank page beckons
The sword pierces the soul
The friends become lovers
The lovers become gods
The monsters aid in evolution
The spirit grasps its revolution
The reflection lies but
The power of it makes us cry
The dead dog attracts the best and worst
The book of life is sealed
The temptation lies in something new
The old ways produce inexperienced sinners
The sleep you cling to was once death
The pursuits you follow are trivial
The world is a battlefield
The gutter is full