A pair of white stilettos, wearing a pair of long taned legs,
Step with passion, in the city of monsters and mud.
"Don't you wanna take my hand and escape this mess?"
I ask as I crumble completely in her ebony eyes.
The sun goes down, but damn why is she so high,
So high that can't even hear my humble request?
I struggle to find strenght, God I might as well cry,
Because there's this devil disguied in white,
That won't tear my human chains apart.
I will rot here, with the memory of your ignorance,
And the feeling of those white stilettos, fracturing my heart,
As fast as two fingers snap.
