Consumed by darkness, consumed by hate.
Feels like no one can rescue me.
Hide myself from the people, Fear there hate for me will grow too.
The hatred I have for myself is greater than that of every sea.

No one can save me, so it seems.
Many try to help me, many fail.
I hate myself for letting them try.
My heart, it seems so frail.

Why do I have such hate, why am I hardly happy?
Was a time when I was once happy, memmories they are now.
At times I do feel happy, they never seem to last.
So I just sit in darkness, wondering why and how.

Consumed by anger, consumed by fear.
Why must I be who I am?
My hate corrupts my mind, my heart darkens.
I have to live with myself, this is who I am.