IN THE VAST SEA OF MY OLD AGE I STARE THE WALL AND BREATH MY FINAL WAVES SOMETIMES I FEEL SO COLD MY IMAGE COLD AS STONE I USED TO LIVE LIKE AN OLD MAN BY THE SEA EVERY KIND OF TORMENT IS WELL KNOWN BY ME IS REVEALED TO ME AND IN DEEP BLUE WATER I SEE THE MONSTER WHO DWELLS IN ME HIS NAME IS DECAY HIS NAME IS DECAY I USED TO BE AN OLD MAN LIVING BY THE SEA HOW MANY SHADES FLOATING IN THIS FICTION, FORESEEN MY DAYS ARE OVER NOW MY ARMS HAVE MELT DOWN THE SWEETEST TASTE OF LIFE AND THE GLORIOUS DAYS OF MINE WERE JUST A STATE OF MIND, WERE JUST BREAD FOR MANKIND
sea, old, decay, used, foreseen