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 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 it s too late for rational sense the neurons have fired 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 hurts4