Upon your doorstep sat a mortifying piece Tightly Packaged parcel Wrapped neatly with care Initially Innocuous but upon a closer glance Wear and much Depreciation And lacking a return address? Who could have sent this? As you bring the box inside and tear away the moldy tape And twine the gift reveals its grisly image A grotesque Visage made of bone A human skull No explanation But with features that are oddly familiar You feel An eerie sense of dread As you run your fingers along Its calcified structure Pulling open the jaws only to Find the teeth match your own Denial Sets in This cannot be You're still alive Within your home Was this sent from the future? Or just some morbid trick? As you peer into the empty sockets You can only guess how long until It's your turn to be the one on the inside looking out?