The Silver Kiss Today I walk home from school waiting for that silver kiss that I know will greet my skin when I am behind the locked door the sharpness of steel will caress thus splitting forth the red sea crash come the waves my sorrow spills over my thoughts decrease I am numbed in ecstasy of laughter a gothic fairy tale I see the proof of pain the cry of humanity a silent scream of loneliness that my silver kiss has delivered. |
