Stilettos

I'd like to stab you with my stilettos
Yes, the black ones I wear with nothing else
Make you lie still face down on the pillow
(No one will hear your stifled cries for help)
Raise the heel high like an ax chopping wood
Stab once, twice, then three times without feeling
The sting of your flesh, the trickle of blood
Mixing black with red seems so appealing
You'll lie even more than before you came
Into my room with lies and hidden truths
And me?  I'll feel nothing -exactly the same
Though I will be leaving to buy new shoes
You said I kill you with my sexy feet
But I'll kill you for your constant deceit