With silver,
Bound to his fingers,
Welded on,
by the cruelty of another,
In a show of ownership.

But yet he loved another.
And he loved and loved and loved him to the point,
That the one who owned and loved him,
Now sought to destroy the boy,
That they had coiled that silver around.
The silver that they had held tighter and tighter and tighter until the boy's fingers bled.
And his fingers bled.
And they bled.
The silver so tight,
He thought his fingers would be surely cut off.
But they were not.
And he would be forever owned,
While loving another.
And loving him,
And loving him,
Loving him so much the boy knew he would die.
His heart would shatter.
From how much suffering,
This love caused him.

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