onlyduncan

There once lived a boy, Perhaps lived isn't the word. Where other people felt joy, He felt a cold funerary dirge. On the inside, He was like you or me. But on the outside, He was a hideous zombie. This odd condition Had been with him since birth. It was as if the long dead Had crawled out of the earth. Living forever Would make any mortal man glad. But for Zombie Boy Neverending life was a drag. The one thing he needed Was for people to see. All he wanted Was to be free. His mornings were nothing But dull repetitition. And evenings brought terror Beyond comprehension. While he was asleep Having tormented dreams His b