The Rained & Unwrapped

I've always been a strangerHiding under some of my darkest shadowsInfinite rainThat's an analogy grown would prefer

Seeing between the lines of manyAnd in fact unsatisfactoryCrusading below the surfaceReaching to the location unknownMasks the berg would preferEyes eye it all with unbounded depth

Races the unwrapped perceives the infinite rainSoothing the rained Thinking WantingBut in the fear of enactingIn the endThat stays as the unwrapped final world

Rain shades on the gleam of lightGlares at it with blytheIn devotionPrepared for moreThe rained stays silentKnowing that entire truth can only be posticheFor the ones that never understood the reasons of rain

Drop.

Drop.

Drop.

The vibration it shivers the rainedPotential it lures to breakFiguring when if there is the entire pictureor if it's just rain hallucinate

Endeavored flavorsThat simplicity the rain mesmerizeCruelty it's faced with Some of the many covers the unwrapped take

Presence Immortally mortalHiding in the darkest cupboards of ephemeral proprietaryUnburdened And aware

of the

rained.