I live by the seashore

I live by the seashore,
Among conches I'd be redeemed.
It is those seashells that bruised me to the core,
Now will save me – so I deemed.

I live by the blue ice,
In the waves embrace I'll be.
Those that dissolve in the void in a trice,
They shall hear my plea.

I live by the seaport,
In what seems like the yore.
It wouldn't let me tell a lie that'd distort,
The truth is – sadly it should be said – that I lived by the seashore…