Spectrum Abodes

A buoyant glare at the heavens, but he exudes no pity.
My avidity to converse with hell proved not pretty.
So I wander this noxious planet,searching and deliberately thinking.
Comatose shadows frolic at the dead of the night.
With silent talks of nothing,he spoke to me,
Approached upon me, at the dawn of dusk,
Invigorating a blood-stained musk.
Feral, blood-thirsty hearts seize my frail mind,
And seduce my chaste soul, but
He without home subsists within,
And ascend this avaricious flesh of sin.

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