the storm

so, this is a song. it doesn't really feel like it, but in my head it sounds pretty heavy. i've no notion of how to write music at all.

what will you do?

what will you think?

when

the

time

comes.

what will you do?

what will you think?

when

then

time

comes

to do anything.

you've never really done a f*****g thing

and you've never really thought about it,

you've never really ever made a single choice

that every really meant a thing,

or had a

consequence.

keep on coasting

keep on treading

and the weight of all 

those woulds coulds and shoulds

will pull you down

drag you under,

make you drown

make you drown.

this is the time

this is the thunder

you are the strike

you are the violence

a stab in the dark

to cut through the blindness

the storm is upon you

if you're not a part of it

it'll tear you asunder

let the rain wash you down

let yourself feel electric

cause you are the strike

you are the violence

the pulse of the fight

the howl in the night

you are the current

that's bringing this

world back to life.

Author's Note

i don't entirely know if this is finished. just jotted this down at work.