Aphantasia (Everything else is background noise) O mind you, There'll be no perfection without flaw As you taught me perfection through my flaw. When everything else is background noise; Hustling, bustling, combusting, My hearing is set to mute; Mind dead, out of depth, scared. When I could not see anything else In my fleeting mind, The big picture is blurred By a mental confined. When all there's to it is just a gun Laying barren in my mouth, I couldn’t taste the steel On the edge of my mind. When the projectile path might deviate, The residue is all over the air. I don't mind giving up the trigger, But can you smell the smoke? This red papier-mâché poetry May leave a fleeting trail on my skin Scrambled on the thinnest layer Reflection so intangible to the mind. But as the drifting and the encrypted Phantasm craving you That may be only nature Between me and you; A call to welcome all senses Into a perfection that is you. Outgrowing the mind, Flawless through and through. Music: 1 Ghosts I · Nine Inch Nails Ghosts I-IV ℗ 2008 The Null Corporation This video and I do not claim any right over the song used in this video. All rights reserved to the respective copyright owners.

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