years spent making up for a life laid before me. working against myself for a voice of my own. the voice grows louder, with every beat of my g****** heart. this voice is of myself, and it grows of my desire to be free of these t**hes. alone. with no one. nothing. i do not desire the loneliness of a soul, or the emptiness of salvation. the heavens have opened, and they have nothing for me. i turn my back on their light, so that i may cast a shadow of my own.