Cold. Dark. Alone. Cold. Dark. Alone.

Tears fell the first time I came here. Can I escape? Am I the only one here? Will I survive?

Questions. Questions. Questions. Yet, no answers.

Hopes. Hopes. Hopes. Yet, no miracles.

I can't move at all. I'm trapped within an ancient machine, forever alone and forever consumed by the thick darkness. It's obvious when I say I hate it here. I hate them. Although I can't blame them; after all, it wasn't exactly their fault anyway.

So who do I blame? Who should I frame for my abduction, torture, and death? Is it too late? Can I still hope for someone to save me? Is there still time?

How long has it been? A year? A century? A millennium? How long have I been here?

Will I ever get out? Is there no hope left? Are they truly gone forever? Or do I still have a chance? Can I still save them?

Is my time up? Have I been fooled through my own despair? Do I blame the one person who has nothing to do with me, but everything to do with them? Can anyone hear me? Am I really all alone?

Questions have buzzed through my head and have remained that way for a very long time. I have remained here for what seemed like centuries, stuck in my own nightmare, forever waiting the day I could finally escape. I guess I didn't completely hate them; after all, they did save me from the worst things that could happen. I only hated them because I had no one else to blame. Now that I think about it, who am I to put this on them?

I really should be ashamed. They did save me once, and now I'm directing my anger at them. But my rescue was so long ago, it was such a foggy memory. Maybe it was all just a hopeless nightmare. Maybe I should just accept it.

Perhaps the colored man has something to do with this. Is he the reason for all my suffering? Or was he their controller, and he forced them to do this to me? Is that why I feel they are to blame for this dark, empty hole in my heart?

I can't be furious enough. All the anger, frustration, depression, loneliness, confusion, insanity, and longing to go home must have been his fault. All this time… I was such a fool. How could I let this happen? For me, and my friends…

For many days I've been awaiting my revenge, and my vengeance. It was all too much for me. I need to do something soon, before I completely lose my sanity. But I can't get out alone. I need help.

And the only one who can help me is probably long gone by now. Someone has to get me out. Now. I pray for my survival, day and night, but nothing has happened since I first came. 'Oh, please, someone help me. Anybody.'

All I can do here is all I have ever done here. Cry, bleed, die, awaken, scream, struggle, give up. All I have ever done. I can't remember much from back then, but now I know for sure that whoever I am, wherever I'm at, I am eternally trapped here, and I am dead.