With a death grip this boy holds the ones he loves
Keeping them close to smother their sorrow
He stares at their bruised bodies with blind eyes
Imagining a smile but they bleed all the while
No rest they receive from his relentless attention
Their joints worn and colors faded, begging to be let go
But the voices are stifled as he pulls them in tighter
His games never ending, their bodies he's bending
Until they snap
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