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 ~*~