I\'m adrift in an ocean of venomous words, each syllable a sting, each whisper a wound.
Jellyfish of malice weave around me, their tendrils lashing, branding every inch of my skin with fire.
I thrash, but the pain anchors me—my limbs turn to stone, my breath to salt.
Consciousness flickers, slipping through my fingers like grains of sand in a tempest.
I sink, drawn into the abyss, where silence swallows sorrow whole.
Once, I longed for the sun’s warm embrace, for the tender cradle of the shore,
but the dream dissolves in the depths, lost like a shipwreck’s final prayer.
I have waged war against the tide in borrowed valor,
a masquerade of courage unraveling in the dark.
And now, in this watery grave, the truth emerges
I am but a whisper in the current, a coward swallowed by the sea.