Who's your hero? He asks
A slick tongue behind sharp fangs
Eyes ablaze with the embers of hate
He finishes, You have none.

And as the fortunes have said
No matter which path I take,
In the end I will be dead—
I know his words aren't fake.

But stagger not I will,
Only strength I may show,
And forfeit my life for this kill,
This end is the only I know.

My hero exists, I reply
A weary pulse in my chest,
Fading eyes still brimmed with hope,
I finish in regret, It was you.