I walked with a corpse in the dead of nightnI recoiled as I took it's cold hand in mine nit showed me things that trouble my mindnimages of my own demise nit told me of my dying day,I saw my corpsenrife with decay,I ran with fear of my destiny nthese horrible things,just cannot be nI think I may be going mad,nplagued with constant fear and dread nI cannot sleep,nor can I eat nI'm plagued by inner malady nthey say I'm starting to look strange,like a lunaticnmy eyes are deranged,my flesh is pale my beardngrows longnI'm barricaded in my in my dilapidated housenvoices echo through the dark,but there's no one nthere when I got to look,non my wits end I've been driven mad ,nI storm out the door and collapse with sheer nhorror upon realization,nthat I was already dead...