The Man Within The Corpse (unfinished)

To the most inexplicably yet sincere form of submission as I'm about to inscribe in grave detail, I do not expect nor agree to Mercy. I will need no form of literary concept nor Justified purpose as I put pen to paper. For this are right to the relatively sane-whom I trust will  need no solemn explanation. They would think me, Mad (As they do) in a vision where my vanity would unearth my own stark impression and I would fall short of my own genius. In a world of household pleasantries I am not present, in such a disgraceful vision. I stand in judgement and such gruesome consequence over the nature and condition of my well being. These vile and unethical lies would prove fateful and they will have slain a once good man and birth a much more hideous creature. These things I have heard and have ever so witnessed will have no justly response nor will be in any civilized manner to reckon with which has happened. I am not in the least fancied nor in such a business to pertain to madness and very rarely do I dare to fancy a livelihood aside from it. I should not try to exempt myself of these predicaments. Such as myself they have presented utter horror as trouble has come to me in darkened swarms and high waters by the grave and depths of hell which I have become well accustomed to.