Where am I?

I remember everything. It was like living a little slice of another person's life. But then again, it's not what I am.

Dark, dark, dark. They all go into the dark. It might not be what I want, but it's who I am, and the need always comes before the want. Be it a job, a duty, a stupid idea... I'm not free until I'm done, and the end is still very far away.