I stood in the cold rain
Feeling consumed by overwhelming hunger
Trying to make sense of all the lies
Wishing there was a way to stop this **** wind
If there were any truths to our shared dreams
And if I would ever be free from these memories.

I thought back to the many nights we spend talking about our dreams
Turns out, many of these were just lies
Like broken mirrors I tried to piece together the memories
Hoping it would satiate my hunger
Instead I felt on my face a blast of cold wind
Followed immediately by ice-laden rain

I wish we could dance again in the spring rain
Spin like children in the warm summer wind
But it will not do, telling myself these lies
Holding onto broken dreams
Like a starving man holding onto hunger
With eating, his only memories

The treetops swayed in the wind
And I thought to myself I must get out of this rain
Break free from this flood of bad memories
Sprinkled with years of lies
I must wake from these terrible dreams
And do something about this hunger

I felt a churning inside myself, like I was suffering from hunger
But this too was just more lies
I was being eaten alive by memories
Giving myself cancer reliving these dreams
Standing alone in the rain
The only thing on my face, the wind

There can be no more smiles, only the rain
At least with rain, there are no lies
just the feeling one has when they give up on dreams
and live only through their memories
dying slowly from an untamed, unnamed hunger
until they too are carried away on the wind