Synapse

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.

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.

It's too late for rational sense

the neurons have fired

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 hurts.