It never ends. The pain is unyielding and unbearable. I should not be able to survive the torment - I cannot. And yet...I do. I do not see nor understand how I am still living. I suppose it is my punishment for my sins. We all must be punished for our sins one day. My day is just sooner then most of my people. Why does Morgoth keep me here-alive? What could he possibly gain from me living? I told myself in the first years that it only meant that someone could rescue me, but I now know that is a foolish dream. No one is coming. Why am I still living? How am I still living? Manwë, if you hear me and have some pity left for my people, grant me this one, small mercy and free me from this unending torment.