Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, Then I heard a screeching noise, the train inched with absolute poise.
As I stepped on the train all hazed and dazed, No one was there but a man dressed in black For I didn't look him straight in the eye his posture sent chills through my spine but I continued to drink my rye.
I was laying on a bench somewhere, my heart was pacing and I could hear a heartbeat it wasn't mine it didn't sync. A black cat came strolling by looked like Pluto.
I heard footsteps and sat up. A man asked me a question but I couldn't answer. My mouth was not working and my head was almost bleeding.
He ahs a brain tumor. He can't live for too long. His lungs have been destroyed.