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.