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 [bad word] tried to [bad word] 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
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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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