Things Are Changing

People change
When you expect them to be there for you
When you need them to be there for you
They run away like cowards
True colors exposed
Like unsightly wounds
Dug deep into a lifeless fless
The stench of death
Best describes the color of their souls
They move on quickly
Slithering through a life of lies untold
On a constant quest for silver and gold
I was warned about your kind
Devils ... I was told beware
Now I've seen first hand
The character of the beast
Under the mask of a man
We shall see how well you fare