Who am I really? Who is it that I see stealing my reflection on the mirror?

46 45 45 4C 49 4E 47 20 43 4F 4E 53 55 4D 45 44

Why do I deserve this? What did I do wrong?

How can I resist being slowly consumed,

Pulled into the darkness where I don't belong.

I hate the light but fear the dark.

I never wanted to hurt. That was you inside, not me.

You dragged me down through the Valley of Shadow and Death

What is it that makes us human? That we understand good and evil?

Or is it that we can choose to be good or evil?

I never chose this. It chose me.

There is no escape now.

I want to run, but cannot.

I want to hide, but cannot.

At least I die fighting, like anything else, to resist the darkness of death.