worshipping the devil.

inside this skin is a temple
and i am devious, as always
sly looks inside the pews
like "what is she up to?"
thick blankets, bringing me down
try to come up for air
and you're pushed deeper.
my love is like a fire iron,
red hot
and nobody wants to touch it.
engage me,
ask me what i want,
show me how it feels,
tell me you're in love,
that in this night, i am yours.

when the leaves die,
they fall,
covering the concrete jungle with their carcasses.
can you hear them screaming in the wind?
i am trapped inside this temple,
begging for the freedom outside the stained glass windows.
hating the walls that hold me
and the tacky decor.