Gas Mark 7

Goes with 'All Alone I...'

                                     Gas Mark 7

A troubled mind is the mark of a genius.

Numb, longs for blackness and silence.

Nothing but a hollow negative of a person,

Clawed for success til her fingers bled.

But in the end he was always more... everything.

She tried help but it failed her.

Only one thing left:

Pass through the oven door and into oblivion.