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 shouldve 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
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