I need air, but all that I have is water.
I'd open my eyes if I could, but the water stings too much, and the sheer pressure of the water is forcing them closed. My lungs are filling up, and I'm going to die soon, if I don't get out. I'm sinking down, and I can't feel my fingers or my toes. I don't want to die like this.
When spring came, and the ice melted off the top of the lake, the decomposing, dead body of Frank Iero surfaced.
They say his ghost still haunts there today.