He’s a little lot lost, my boy – yet I cannot find any which way to say how to save him
Both of We have been cauterised from this life
And Room has delicately doomed Us to forever be
Relatively uneasy
He is beautiful in so many mannerisms which cannot make any real sense whatsoever
Because that beast, I fear, is in a piece of him
Attempting to breathe
Perhaps the part where he will scream and stress this mid-a.m. pain onto the pair of We
Of course I love him
No less vilified
A confused circumstantial circumstance and this Man just cannot let this happen to Us anymore
Of course I love Jack, no less stressed
My long-haired Tarzan, man-child wannabe
We shall make the difference while craving for this preciously braced time, twisting and turning my livid brain, until…
A way out makes some sort of crazed belief created imaginatively within
Needs. To. Feel. Real.
These two meaningful, meandering people who mean to live in the real World
Waits for us out there – out everywhere
Momma, I’ve been thinking, and I wanna return to Home
To leave this room which cannot make any real sense whatsoever again
I’m ready
