Non-Conforming Member Of The Fatalist Cult

Veronica always wanted her fortune read
    Convinced from childhood she would be better off
    Dead
Everyone around her thought she was sick in the head
    Nearly everyday she locked her doors and stayed in
    Bed
Living off soda crackers, Diet Coke and pumpernickel bread
                          She had a peculiar fear
                          Of the public
                          Some called it
                          Dread
Worked for an insurance company crunching numbers
     Kept to herself, lived her whole life in very close
     Quarters
Sat on the sofa for hours listening to Johnny Thunders
     Didn't have any friends, preferred the company of
     Strangers 
Had a distaste for religion but always made time for Vespers
                          She held a few truths dear
                          That were regarded as magic
                          When she felt melancholic
                          Red