We twist and turn in our beds as morning comes, begging to a unseen listener for five more minutes." He let the downpour of rain fall over him, drenching him in tears of the sky as it's streams followed the set paths too the gutters. "Till the dream tastes sour in patches and pins that sting the senses like acidic rain."
The fountain behind him had overflowed with water, causing it to form small waterfalls on his sides. He lightly dipped a soaked hoof in one before lifting to gaze at it as his once messy jet black hair stuck to his unwavering, black tar eyes. "Truth is like sunlight. If your skin has been molded by lies and your eyes are adjusted to never seeing anything. Sunlight will destroy you.. the only time you could see the world in light is when rain washes your sins away for the day, letting you have a taste of purity."
He lifted up his head as he let the water from the sky assault his face. The ends splinting the hairs that stuck to his face. "Like hunger we cannot escape it. For we have no command of ourselves when we go against the Truth of the body." He wore a smug smile. "Yet we still try. Tonight." He turned his head to the right. "I will snatch Truth as the rain tries to save them."