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