Constrict

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.