Jonesin' Jessie

Sitting cross-legged she laughs with smile overtaking her face

Glee, designed to mask the loneliness of which she can't replace

Water into cylinder starts concocting the necessary potion

That will take away her sorrows and other negative emotion

The ritual she performs could be done with eyes wide shut

Miniature dagger stabbing vein, merely a pleasure cut

The plunger depressed, much like her shattered heart

Elevated her to ecstasy, ripping her pain apart

Writhing as if in heat, soft moans cascade on air

Toes curling, hips thrusting, touching herself without care

Eyes closed and mouth agape she looks asleep but she's flying

Soaring high on careless winds she forgets she's really dying

The risk is worth it for that momentary release

The only time her mind gives her heart any peace

Her breathing slows to a near-deceased pace

Yet still that plastered smile upon her face

It matters naught that her heartbeat is weak

She now has everything her finders seek

Floating away on this cloud of bliss

Does she realize this is the fatal kiss?

It was her dead soul she was trying to save

But she now settles into an early grave

Broken inside but perfection on the out

Lying in her casket now free of doubt

No longer seeking death's icy cold grip

She's well on her way to her eternal trip

Her solid gold heart has spared her from Hell

Her life already spent there trying to "get well"

The needle which has provided her many days of satisfaction

Was a perfect tool to achieve momentary distraction

The years she spent escaping life with her fatal friend

Gave her eternal confinement, a coffin prisoner in the end.