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