khopesh kisses,
she plants on your face.
Her empire of cruelty;
leaves you to rot.
Your bones to bleach,
in her desert heat.

With each cut,
you're drawn closer.
such an elegant poison,
is the power of passion.

Cleaverly cuts,
scamper on veins.
Life's blood is leaving;
to never return.
You are never you again.
she may leave;
you keep the pain.