I once had a name, now none can recall, I whisper to shadows, I crawl and I fall. I love what destroys me, I hate what I crave What am I, the master and slave?

I have a bed, but never sleep; I have a head, but never weep; I have a mouth, but never talk; I often run, but cannot walk.

released in nineteen-ninety, I was too expensive for most to procure. cartridges then cd, neither made it past obscure. arcade or home console, while Japanese in origin, my roots are all Greek.

I was Born in a factory, Close to a funnel. Water travels through me vertically, as if I’m a tunnel. I guess you could describe me as a tall circle. And I come in all colors. Yes, even purple.

I am at the beginning of eternity, the end of time and space, the beginning of every end, and the end of every place.