The Death of Rep.

i watched my seemingly spotless slate get covered in dust my disgust for the skeletons left in my closet sit like green throw up on a golden plate the gates of hell unleash unholy gases toxic fumes start to spread & as we speak the pride in reputation is dead the dates all add up & well well well what do you know? the snake strikes but the pain of the poison like most storms passes & the neon light's of intellect flashes so bright in the distance it's blinding to see we squint & hope that what is vague becomes obvious i mean after all No one is tarnish free no one can survive using the word "me" without giving thought to those who never move without using "we" at the beginning of every sorry excuse the self respect that was crystal clear becomes foggy as the memory of good characteristics become groggy The death of reputation the end of respect & the inevitable start of neglect from peers choices that were once sincere now seem to veer into unknown roads that are encrypted with secret codes The death of Rep. continues internally flooding the vain's never showing a glow of external evidence only proof of a heart & it's former residence