Sunless skies stared at him as he escaped

Warned by doctor after doctor but nothing could keep him away

From that which for years had kept him insane

Obstinate and keen to seek out all remaining elements pertaining the blemish on

his soul



Ran off with a strong conviction that what he had seen was real and not

imagination

He knew it, he felt it, all those pigs in white scrubs tried to fuck his mind



Locked away since that delirious day but now free by choice to once again

Rattle the forbidden cage, deep in those treacherous woods he found it

A spot on the ground, marked with the three pebble stones he once found 

He should’ve walked away instead he ferociously began to dig deep



Clawing through the dirt and roots, unfed desire, a resurrection at last shall

spire

With nervously chewed down finger nails, kept on delving further down

What he finally found was breathing still, breath of the



Bodiless sleeper revived, tender skull acquired



Deformed beyond reason, he gently pulled it out of its hole

Lips touched, tongues played, time to do what had remained unique



Insurgent abominator wrecker of all shifting prayer

Though no one can comprehend its meaning and its act

Bodiless sleeper revived 

All the knowledge in this head he now possessed to stir from resting

Forever since he got caught he knew replacement was the key

Tender skull acquired



Their bristly chins scraped one another

As he measured between his shoulders 

He made a mark at his neckline

Where the blunt and rusty saw soon would be placed



Closed his eyes and let the jerking motion cut to finally remove the weakness

His head fell off yet still alive, his headless body replaced it fast



Slowly he worked with a needle and thread to carefully secure the head

Connected they fused very well, the stitches healed so nicely

This body now wanders around slightly confused but with knowledge like few

Under the three pebble stones, grave of the head is now empty