The eyelids are cut slowly and meticulously.  There cannot be any mistakes because some skin would then remain and would look uneven. Like art, there must be symmetry - composure, perfection.

The man screams. It's quite distracting from his work. He screams for so long and yet the work is done. Perfection, he thinks.

The man tears up infront of him. One of the eyes dries slowly and falls out of his head. I wonder how long the other eye will last, he wonders.