A Bad Sensation

When it was done,
It happened too fast,
It all rushed by,
And quickly became the past,
Hearts were broken,
Too weak to last,
It hurt so much,
Pain with no contrast…

There was no explanation,
There was no justification,
Just trepidation,
Followed by a bad sensation…

So I’m alone again,
There was no gain,
It was love for love’s sake,
That quickly waned,
Leading to detestation,
And eternal pain,
It did not die,
It was slain…

There was no explanation,
There was no justification,
Just trepidation,
Followed by a bad sensation…

So now there’s nothing but silence,
Because you followed the cue,
You wanted to salvage something,
What else could you do?
There were knives on the table,
At least two,
You looked me in the eye,
And stuck me right through…

There was no explanation,
There was no justification,
Just trepidation,
Followed by a bad sensation…

Which led to mental infestation…
Followed by our ultimate destruction…

(more evidence of the Joy Division obsession that engulfed me around this period - if the end results had been in anyway as harrowing as Ian Curtis' I should've been either proud or worried).