I am the Pisces, suffocating beneath the weight of my own sorrow. You watch as I fight against waves that crush the will from my bones, A fish whose scales are heavy with despair, Whose heart is a shattered thing, lost in the vast, unforgiving deep. Each breath I take is a revolt against this abyss, But each breath is a futile attempt to resist the inevitable.
You call my name, beg me to stayβ But the current is merciless, pulling me into the blackened void. I swim in circles, drowning in a silence that devours, As the water fills my lungs with its cold, endless ache. The world above is a distant, forgotten dream, One I can no longer reach, no longer want.
I am the Pisces, swallowed whole by my own darkness, A soul unraveling beneath the surface. Your hands cannot break the tide, For I have already surrendered. It is too late. The ocean has claimed me.