Drench.

The words to explain come out far too plain
To make you realize these damn monsoons of pain.
Tidals drench every i n c h.
Insides
Burning
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Trying to claw their way from me.
And only meant for you to see.
Waves threatening to destroy my face.
Black unevenly running down at a steady pace.
You have made this tragic mess.
Yet, you refuse to o p e n your eyes.
Looking to the sky.
Like that could make me survive.
The stars shine.
Bright lights fly down
to the dirt covered ground.

Though, only one luminescent light is needed.
For it will be pleaded.