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. *******. 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
A real world friend asked me for a poem about zombies...here it is. **