Dead Head

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A man who lives with his parents. He is terribly depressed and stays inside to participate in his own lucid dreams with his dead wife.

Submitted: September 10, 2012

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There once was a boy named Clarence 
And he lived in a town with his parents
He didn't have fun
But he recalls once
When a car hit a furry brown ferret 
The town was quite lively 
But he found it dull
So he stayed in his room and kept it quite cold
He occasionally smoked a cigar
And once he played his guitar
He'd imagine he were dead
And watch his wedding instead
But theres one thing we saw
That he enjoyed most of all
It was falling asleep in his bed

The boys seemed to dream
Of impossible things
That kept him from going outside
You couldn't quite blame him
When you let him explain them
But he would only tell you at night
And so the boy slept
Despite mother who wept 
For the waste of time he was spending
But in his own mind
He had quite a time 
With the woman he had been missing

When he awakes on the side of his bed
Not entirely off of the edge
He stands up in time
Remaking his side
The disheveled part of the bed
The boys starts to write all the things that he saw
He cries for the things that he heard
He didn’t much like 
The illusions and types
Of death and lifelike scenes
Hell start a new day 
Of dreaming away
Of his wife he only sees in his dreams


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