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.