That Side of a Shade of Sorrow
That Side of a Shade of Sorrow My daily crucifixion is to be alone. My voice has that side of a shade of sorrow, it is calcified. Perhaps from the anger of both my father and I. I dream incessantly about us working in unison, but my dreams eventually turn into nightmares. I just realized my home is not his house I am free to come and go as I please. The altar has fallen, and I shall learn to conquer yes. I never loved you, so free me quickly before I destroy us.