Termites Hollow

                                  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