These Non Feelings Inside

Building... building... building...

the pressure keeps...

surging... surging... surging...

right through my veins...

like a calling.. calling... calling...

A liquid silence that's never....

ending... ending... ending...

Though I'm already gone...

my heart's still beating... beating... beating..

I may be living... but inside.. I'm

dead... Dead.. DEAD.



~*~ Jill ~*~

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this on 1-30-05

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