Anything you have to throw my way, I will take and I will prosper. No longer do I fear crumbling beneath my demons. I am the thunder,I am the lightning, I am the rain.
I will continue to fight for my right to happiness. For the right to be myself freely. No longer do I worry about other people's opinions.
If you can not handle me at my storm. You don't get to have me at my rainbow. I am complex. I am both full of life and full of death. I am not someone who's easy to handle but that's okay.
For those who can handle me are the truest of warriors. For I am a storm wrapped within a corpse. A shadow or a silhouette. Not quite human not quite dead.
Living and loving until my last breathe.