A single moment was enough to create this A retinal distraction when a scatter of light Hits and forms an image. Perfection is the harshest term. The shade of your eyes is a curse, it's a curse. Don't look at me. Don't look at me, it hurts. The neurons have fired, The neurons have fired, A torrential surge through the optic nerve... I can't find the words. The warmth of a body in an empty bed... When only the scent is left, only dissent is left.