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