My teenage altar of sinful acts
consumed, drunk, dealt, denied;
Late at night the memories penetrate the dark...
Turn my pillow over so it's colder from the bottle.
A faerie's temple, a boudoir for a princess
(or a mistress),
the right and wrong man's holy space,
a sinner's hiding place...
Get down on your knees,
Light a candle,
Pray for Daddy's little angel.