Death Becomes Her

I gaze at her cold pale skin
And stare into those glassy eyes
Her lips are blue and unnaturally still
So with her, my problem dies

Unfair to me, her beauty lingers here in death
But her spirit moves into beyond
I have to right my mess
Before the morning's dawned

I work quickly at my dark task
Leaving no trace nor sign of me
I gently close those glaring eyes
I've thrown my future in the sea

I slow my work enough to think
As my mission nears its end
Why'd this girl deserve to die?
She slept with my boyfriend.