nihilism

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stuttering words from a calloused mouth
Vivid darkness
all the ghosts;
they shout 
in the void
as they burn
the voices echo
this mind,
paranoid
pulling the wildlings with a harness
cutting core with a stiletto
these tales
are they all in my head 
or am I really dead?
this;
this is the end. 

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