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.
Links
