Nullified Conjure

In my head is the retreat Distant breaking than somehow it seems to find a purpose Down below the toe and feet Standing tall on all the apocalyptic nostalgic corpses Degrading Fever Brain fed ether I'm pale - Shivering quivering revisiting fail No matter either Who claims leader Impale - Crucify thyself and forging the nail The swollen slither That may hither My inside's litter Is growing bigger... ...bitter Not going to let them bleach my third eye!