Deceased

As I try to tell this story my skin's no longer tight,
As if it wants to leave and get away from me,
But I've lived through this night of fright,
And found real signs of other life,
In disbelief I'll tell you what I've seen...
It started out as simply normal driving in my car,
Taking in the world and marveling the stars above,
When a woman out of nowhere appeared to be in need,
So I stopped to reach a helpful friendly hand,
But something wasn't right!
She wouldn't speak at all but I felt this urge to help her,
As I told the girl to please get in my car,
She looked on the verge of death pure white and freezing cold,
So I placed my coat around her fragile arms,
In a couple minutes time her face showed signs of life,
She finally spoke and asked to take her home,
She gave to me an address I assured her to relax,
For in minute's time she'd be there safe and warm,
As I came across her cottage my hitchhiker was home,
She thanked me so and walked up through the door,
As I turned to pull away I remembered of my jacket,
She wore it as she struggled to stay warm,
I left my car and rang the bell thinking she'd be waiting,
Instead I got the mother of my girl,
She said that she'd been waiting and not to say a word,
And down a narrow hall she took my hand and led the way,
We stopped in a tiny room that looked as if un-lived,
All around sat pictures of my stranger's face,
But the borders they were black the signature of death,
She informed me that my passenger was dead,