Type away; smash it in
Beat it down; toss in a bin...

He seems to quit,
When I come near...

They say I'm going crazy;
They say I'm a nut...

I have eyes that cannot see.
What you feel, or what you see...

Black Fire
Burning Dragon...

What if there is no news,
to tell us what to do...

I split the wrist who feeds me.
Feeding on delicate liquid...

I'll try with my heart,
each fiber of my soul...

Carvings in flesh
let loose the river...

Waiting along the lines
Of light and that of dark...

Behind a veil of satin silk,
Black in colour to contrast milk...

You can wait for the dawn,
or cause it to rise...