The ruins of me are rotten,
Stalions huff through snouts to my decay.
The animalistic intuition was not in you,
Fooled too easily by my skin.
Rosey and shiny saying please do not eat.
Temptation at its best, what a way to live.
How bad I am to make out I was wholesome,
Hollow and come away too easily in your hand.
Perception smashed by a discoloured core.
Guilty gutwrenches grind. I need to pretend.