Every word she said
Lured me into surrounding
My fingers around her throat

Now I roll along
With her severed head
Her design is fit only

For a creature as foul as
Every word she said
Was like feeding

Paint chips to an infant
Her coil was comforting
With black blood and a frozen touch

Hopefully the hordes of worms
Will take the rest of her away
As I roll along

With her severed head