The Last Thoughts of Ian Curtis

As my body spasms and trembles,

there’s a chasm opening

Let me fall into the abyss

Who will miss me? The wife I cheated on?

The baby I almost never see?

The earthquake stops.

I can’t take this anymore.

What a pretty noose!

The honda is the gateway to peace.

The slipknot is my guide keeping me safe

I’m sorry I let you down, my sweet Deborah

Kiss our daughter and tell her I loved her

I’ve been baptized by pain

Now let the boatman carry me home