In the hopeless grind of this life,

I found the misery preserved forever.

In the soothing waves of the sea,

I found the end at the shore.

I hear what of what life speaks,

and it's ugly, at least for now

and I don't know yet but one day,

the questions that haunted me,

would be haunted by answers.

and the rupture of the misery

would be the rapture of me.