The Death of Marilyn Monfuckingroe

Those beautiful, bright, blue eyes;
If looks could kill, I'd be a dead mother fucker.
Your smile brings me down,
That innocent lie, your mask, your front
Feels this heart with hatred and rage.
I love that, which I hate,
Homicidal thoughts linger; how do I kill you without a trace?
Once I have you captive,
I'm forced to think
Quick and painless, or slow and drown out?
My demented mind chooses torture no doubt.
So let's get this show over with,
Little Miss Blonde Hair, and Blue Eyes,
Gasoline on that hair,
You hate to scream, but that sound excites me.
Slit your throat, watch you gasp for air
Who would've thought I'd be turned on by your despair?
I'll slit your wrists,
Unhealable gashes on your face
Most think a smart guy like me,
Would never be a suspect in this case.
Let's laugh and smirk,
No one knows it was me
Who walked away as your body burned.