My muse is a nihilist

My muse is a nihilist, whispering cold words describing the eternity of empty beyond death. She’ll meet me only in lonesome places, like a conspirator or a thief. But really she’s a confidant, and perhaps my most honest friend; though she laughs at my fear, and mocks my every vain hope.

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