Corpse In A Nebulous Creek

One year later, still traumatized by her ghastly screamsHe tastes and smells her burning fleshin his most sickening, hypnotic dreamsThese illusions seemed so damn realWhat a nightmarish ordeal!My lady's corpse was never found within the remainsEven her skeleton dissolvedThere was no proper burial dayWhat a shame that heavenly beauty could not stayAnd something devilish stayed to playCorpse, corpse..His name was Manfred, his father was a German countDepression hid companion until his pounded, cold corpse shall be foundDepression!Now he is suffering a severe form of psychosisCorpse in a nebulous creekI saw something white dwell through the woods like a macabre dead brideTrembling with fear, still cannot believethat like a false dog it kept staring at meCorpse, corpse..Corpse, corpse..Seriously considering suicideShall I drink the poison, cut my wrists or hang myself high tonight?He made a choice and took a ride along the farthest trees and then,when they jumped a misty creek, he fell and broke his neckWas he insane?No!She came back and pushed him, so sad..Broke his neckHorse shot deadBroke his neckNow he's dead!Now he's dead