Blindfolded Visionary
All About Eve
Cut my hair with a kitchen knife,
he
was a blindfolded visionary
Everything
and nothing was going on in his precious
head,
overfed on ;
Chemicals and conversation
A speeding train without a station
Crashed at my event-horizon
Feeling for the switch to turn his eyes on
And in the news,
they have to say he is a
blinfolded visionary
I scrape the clouds
of rouge from his face and he's white as
noise.
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