Many things left unsaid
When the man lost his head
Then his head smacked the floor
This only closed more of his doors
Unable to say a word
Maybe one day he'll be a bird
Able to say what he wants
Nothing left in his head to haunt
As his head lay on the floor
He felt the need to live no more
But then the bird flew by the sky
Now he was no longer shy
With his new found source of strength
And his increased vocal length
The man stood up without his head
Amazingly he never bled
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