Rage has ruled me for so long that I don't want to think anymore.
  I've tried to claw my way out, but I am sealed
  in. It seems the game is designed to make me lose.
  It's weight slowly drags me down. I draw a breath as I slip under. The dim
  light fades as descent begins. I have to fight my way through.
  Stark flesh sinks through the freezing liquid darkness. Pale
  hands bound before me, rushing deeper with every heartbeat.
  I will not relent to despair. As depression contricts it's coils
  close in around me. Depression contricts.
  My will is the blade that cuts the coils from around me.