Sex and Murder Magazine

By J. Douglas Stephenson

The path I've walked
Cloaked in fog and mystery
Leading not towards shining lights
But dark days and revelations

This beginning of ends
Too silent the serenade plays
With sweet lips, soft touch
Her eyes pierce through me again

Kiss me once more, my sweet
Lead me to the gates of eternity
Vermilion and violence
And the guilt of living on, in spite