Bodiless Sleeper

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