Full length dress.

Praised by the priests.

Yet on the eve of sabbath,

It rips into 2cm skirts.

Adorned by heels so high,

Heaven seems a mile away.

The empty purse gives way to the wind,

And flungs you into Lucifers lair.

Reveling in the attention,

Of those who will shorten your future.

You dance the night away.

Prepared to wither your innocence ,

In a strangers bed.

Your morals traded for 2 beers.

Spiked with immorality,

You perform the devils tango.

No peace behind those hazel eyes.

Ravaging your soul,

Till night surely turns into day.

Entrapped into regret.

The dress sweeps your sins,

As you paddle your way through church.

With hopes that your tears in sermon,

Wash away your indecency.

Saturday you thrive.

Sunday you grieve.