It was something of that lonely sea
that surely would be the end of me
something in those thrashing waves
in the ending of me and my sea
I have loved the water from the start of my time
made countless pieces and story and rhyme
it was by there that I took
my first long deep breath
and I find it fitting that is should, too,
be my death
I have found I find faces
where wave meets
the shore
they are screaming
and wailing, not sane anymore!
I have spent countless hours
in that old study
of mine
yet They misunderstand me,
I am perfectly fine!
I search for the turbulence
like in the break of a wave
and yet all is lacking in such darkness untamed
save for the inside of my grave.
And that is why that it is here you'll find me
in my endless and watery
grave by the sea.