I Walked With A Corpse...

I walked with a corpse in the dead of night
I recoiled as I took it's cold hand in mine
it showed me things that trouble my mind
images of my own demise
it told me of my dying day,I saw my corpse
rife with decay,I ran with fear of my destiny
these horrible things,just cannot be
I think I may be going mad,
plagued with constant fear and dread
I cannot sleep,nor can I eat
I'm plagued by inner malady
they say I'm starting to look strange,like a lunatic
my eyes are deranged,my flesh is pale my beard
grows long
I'm barricaded in my in my dilapidated house
voices echo through the dark,but there's no one
there when I got to look,
on my wits end I've been driven mad ,
I storm out the door and collapse with sheer
horror upon realization,
that I was already dead...