No Snitch

Dalkey water freezing in the season of the drought, Out to water, back to bay, like Any ordinary day, Fondly, the moon pulls my body in, Never asked for, nor neither refused. Happiness like Nausea comes and goes, Though the text is written there is error in the prose, I’ll Hate you forever for what you’ve done, I’ll Hate you forever, I’ll Hate you forever for what you’ve done Change across a distance cannot be measured by hand, Letters unanswered or shunned, the Water and the sand.