Took a peak and pushed the lid, my eyes locked in a stare, I wished I had read the notice, Enter if you dare!
An eerie chill went up my spine as I looked upon his face resting in eternal peace and clothed in satin lace, You look like you are sleeping safely in your bed The living should not be there its only for the dead, I turn around and walk away and leave you to your maker, When I grow up I think I will be a humble UNDERTAKER!
by Paula Wratten