She wants me to worship her,
With the lies, tears and ruins.

Water her wishes and desires,
With the pool of my tears.

Reanimate her broken sculpture,
After the flames burn me.

Comfort her; warm and secure,
When the cold stings me raw.

She plays house with me,
With the pieces of my void soul.

With lies and piped dreams,
I build her house, crashing mine.

Run to her house that goes ablaze,
To save her and her dreams.

I watch myself turn to saw dust,
Before her ever-greedy eyes.

Give myself up to chaos of my heart,
To lift her dead weight; repentance.

Because,

She wants me to worship her,
With the ruins; of me.