total ruin

People walk the streets all day
Never realizing what they say
The days tick by and out they come
Merely little and white say some
That’s good stick lie upon lie
What’s to happen on the next try?
Payment comes for each passing whim
Calling you out to face them
Slowly fading you lose all good
Replaced by your lie filled hood
You see before you your life run away
Thinking quickly another lie comes to stay
It works and your world returns
Yet deep within something burns
The pain is real and you’ll feel it some day
Perhaps not here yet somewhere some way
You will face the face that speaks so ill
Seeing yourself and the filth you spill