The Undertaker

You want an existentiality crisis
I'll give you one
You want to see my skeletons
Gathering dust in my locked closet
I'll show you them all
No, you can't run now
You're in too deep, I'm afraid
I see you're looking for the exit sign
Shame, I took it down months ago
So close your ears and shut your eyes
Pray you don't scream as much
As the last one did
I see we're diverging from the script now
The director won't be too happy with that
So shall we get started?
I'm sorry.
I left my props offstage
Haven't sharpened them in ages
But it's been so long
Since I've had guests, hmm?
And they're always so dreadfully silent.
No fun at all
Not to mention so cold.
But I do my best to paint them up
Right pretty
Make them beautiful again
Fold them away in neat little boxes
Bedecked in flowers
But you're not going that way, are you?
You'll stay
Won't you?