In fear every day, every evening,
He calls her aloud from above,
Carefully watched for a reason,
Painstaking devotion and love,
Surrendered to self preservation,
From others who care for themselves.
A blindness that touches perfection,
But hurts just like anything else.
New image created at one in the morning thanks to my old friend insomnia. For my ongoing project about Ian Curtis called Why Is The Bedroom So Cold? It depicts his wife Debbie comforting Ian after an epileptic fit brought on by over indulging in wine, drugs and other women...