All Alone I...

Goes with 'Gas Mark 7'

                                 All Alone I...

Confusion reigns in this empty house,

Competes with the anarchy inside her head.

Desparing, desolate, she turns to destruction.

Rip, shred, smash,

The pages bleed.

A stick, a spark, that's all it takes.

Tongues of heat lick the paper

Til it yields and curls,

Shrivels and dies.

The words scream, then are no more.