screaming in agony as
His gulliver rolling off to become a
Paperweight, New veins will remain
Those of his own doing.
His bloody blade was used in vain.
Despite a certain lack of a head
His only thought is why
To have him remain in his pain
Is quite a curious action
But the mad man is not as wise as the one that
Shines upon him.
His ultimate gift is mistaken for punishment
Will the freak realise his relief
As he knows the stem of his pain
What was before a
Desire for isolation.
A hint of inspiration
Suggested to this young man that
No cares to talk to a headless freak