See that zombie stood over there.
Caked in fresh blood.
It's under his hair.
He found a fella with a hole in his head.
Sad zombie fella.
He found a slice of mouldy old bread.
Uses it as a soldier.
Dipped in his head.
No fun.
A newly made zombie.
He's always hungry,
Now he's dead.
Peeps at Mr Majestical's testicles.
Fancied chewing them.
Loved the juice.
Succulent as strawberries.
Raspberry sauce.
Blood of course.
Derwent fancied a bit of breast.
Loving mother told him breast is always best.
Julie's just a crazy chick.
Fancied a nibble on the dead guy's ****
Yummy,yummy, really sick.
Or should I say she ****** it.
As if it were a straw.
Remembering days of living.
Always was a *****
The kid in the corner is popping out eyes.
Never really worked out why.
Perhaps he was thirsty.
Eleanor.
She fancied a nibble on the bladder and kidney.
Of a once fine chap.
Whose first name was Sidney.
***** tasting of peach lemonade.
Eleanor the dead chick.
Got really drunk.
That Zombie's really ******
Mum's over there.
One of them?
Or still my mum?
You know what?
I really don't care.
For the first time in my life.
I feel really scared.
Hell.
I digress.
They're chasing me now
I'm making a mess.
Run out of puff and all that stuff,
They're trying to eat me.
That's quite enough.
I'm feeling quite numb.
The dead ******** won.
Stripped all the tissue clean off my ***
Chewed though a bit of a nerve.
Partially damaged.
You feeling the image?
Bled me near dry.
He did.
Son of a *****
Made me cry.
For a second or two.
Lucky me.
One ate my eye.
So glad.
I won't see myself die.
With a skeletal hand.
I'm waving goodbye.
(c)Livvi
Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 4:34 AM UTC
See that zombie stood over there.
Caked in fresh blood.
It's under his hair.
He found a fella with a hole in his head.
Sad zombie fella.
He found a slice of mouldy old bread.
Uses it as a soldier.
Dipped in his head.
No fun.
A newly made zombie.
He's always hungry,
Now he's dead.
Peeps at Mr Majestical's testicles.
Fancied chewing them.
Loved the juice.
Succulent as strawberries.
Raspberry sauce.
Blood of course.
Derwent fancied a bit of breast.
Loving mother told him breast is always best.
Julie's just a crazy chick.
Fancied a nibble on the dead guy's ****
Yummy,yummy, really sick.
Or should I say she ****** it.
As if it were a straw.
Remembering days of living.
Always was a *****
The kid in the corner is popping out eyes.
Never really worked out why.
Perhaps he was thirsty.
Eleanor.
She fancied a nibble on the bladder and kidney.
Of a once fine chap.
Whose first name was Sidney.
***** tasting of peach lemonade.
Eleanor the dead chick.
Got really drunk.
That Zombie's really ******
Mum's over there.
One of them?
Or still my mum?
You know what?
I really don't care.
For the first time in my life.
I feel really scared.
Hell.
I digress.
They're chasing me now
I'm making a mess.
Run out of puff and all that stuff,
They're trying to eat me.
That's quite enough.
I'm feeling quite numb.
The dead ******** won.
Stripped all the tissue clean off my ***
Chewed though a bit of a nerve.
Partially damaged.
You feeling the image?
Bled me near dry.
He did.
Son of a *****
Made me cry.
For a second or two.
Lucky me.
One ate my eye.
So glad.
I won't see myself die.
With a skeletal hand.
I'm waving goodbye.
(c)Livvi
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