The Demise

If our monsters made us men,

If our heroes made us fall,

If our hearts made us petty,

There would be no difference at all.

But how could she be

The monster that made me fall,

With a hero's heart so petty

It didn't matter to her at all

She was my demise

But she was mine

My own reward

And she was mine

All I could afford

Yet she was mine

My own little prize

And I fell, victim

She was my demise

If our secrets kept us alive,

If our virtues kept our sins,

If our mistakes kept us human,

With her, it made no difference

But how could she be

The secret that kept my sins,

With mistaken virtues so human

I made no difference

She was my demise

But she was mine

My own reward

And she was mine

All I could afford

Yet she was mine

My own little prize

And I fell, victim

She was my demise.