Lies's showdown

Truth lacks substance if spoken by a liar,
It becomes water that isn't wet, that isn't fluid
It became doubt, a rot of the very foundations
that stood as strong pillars of what we had

An almost empty pocket, nearly void of the coins of trust. Your words sounding hollow , i couldnt shake my doubts. Your voice urgently begs me to trust you. But your eyes they dont even look at me.

Years i swallowed words like cake layered with honey and cream. Now the bitter has diminished the sweet, a taste that lingers on my tongue.
Making me feel as if we never existed, puppets on display

Now i face a showdown, the hero and the villain
The last scene , pistols loaded...the sun in my back.
Will lies meet their end, when weapons are drawn?