BLEACHED.

BLEACHED.
sneak

I sense your never ending -
search for something more.
So readily discouraged.
I talk you into war.
A battle of the sexes.
I thought I had you made.
Open to suggestions.
You always made degrade.
So fatal, my addiction -
to codes I cannot break.
Genetically imperfect.
My heart you have at stake.
The flaws of masculinity -
exposed by nothing more,
than a trail of desire -
upon a bedroom floor.
So delicate your stronghold.
So weak my will to win.
Intoxicating battles -
were lost upon my skin.
Surrendering temptation.
The weaker sex by far.
Constantly reminded.
How ignorant we are.
How hopelessly paraded.
A product of our genes.
Spreading our disasters -
by whatever means.
Blinded by desire.
Perfection out of reach.
Fake angelic gestures.
Suspicion soaked in bleach.

Disintegration imminent.
We all erode in time.
Artificial living.
You'll be the death of mine.

sneak.