The Rained & Unwrapped

I've always been a stranger

Hiding under some of my darkest shadows

Infinite rain

That's an analogy grown would prefer

Seeing between the lines of many

And in fact unsatisfactory

Crusading below the surface

Reaching to the location unknown

Masks the berg would prefer

Eyes eye it all with unbounded depth

Races the unwrapped perceives the infinite rain

Soothing the rained

Thinking

Wanting

But in the fear of enacting

In the end

That stays as the unwrapped final world

Rain shades on the gleam of light

Glares at it with blythe

In devotion

Prepared for more

The rained stays silent

Knowing that entire truth can only be postiche

For the ones that never understood the reasons of rain

Drop.

Drop.

Drop.

The vibration it shivers the rained

Potential it lures to break

Figuring when if there is the entire picture

or if it's just rain hallucinate

Endeavored flavors

That simplicity the rain mesmerize

Cruelty it's faced with

Some of the many covers the unwrapped take

Presence

Immortally mortal

Hiding in the darkest cupboards of ephemeral proprietary

Unburdened

And aware

of the

rained.