My eyes are dead to light, my ears pound, and sweat pours over me. I convulse, greener than grass, and feel my mind slip as I go close to death. Let me so much as glimpse you, my voice fails me completely. No vision is left in my eyes. A whirring fills my ears.
Cold sweat flows.
Trembling shakes my entire frame. I grow paler than grass and feel as though I have nearly died. I seem needing but little to die. And close to himself sweetly to hear The sound of you speaking. In my ears is a hum.