I've raged war with the heavens rattled the bars of my cage until they came loose fearing the judgement of a God I no longer believe in talking to angels no one else can see I am through treading on eggshells timid and tender to the slightest touch I will eat poisonous berries with dirt covered hands, unafraid of the consequences. I am a black hole waiting to implode, and you are no longer the centre of my universe