Satan Himself Could Make No Better Bargain

Heroin
Burning breasts
Smoking in the night
Smell of incense from church
The drug takes hold of all senses
All pain is washed away
Completely flushed out
Like a psychic enema
Two years of relief
Time to remove the beatings of the past
Now to destroy every unkind word
Erase every savage look
Induce a feeling of peace and gratitude
Oh infernal narcotic!
Numb the very soul
Satan himself could make no better bargain
Embrace her in the throes of euphoria
A pagan in the wintry evening
Surrender to the morphine passion!
The poppies so red
The blood so scarlet
The moon so bright
Take her hand and guide her
Flow through her veins
All negativity wanes
The choker she wears is black
The dress she wears is black
The funeral is avoided
This time around