brave · breaking free · broken · courage · damaged · darkness · death · love · pain · poetry · tears

Chester Bennington


Born with artistic aptitude
He conquered the world with his voice
He screamed the trauma of his past
Fought his demons through profound lyrics.

He was strong, but only on the surface
His wounds they would not heal
His nightmares terrorized him in his sleep
Everything felt so heavy.

In the end, it didn’t matter
He got lost in the nothingness inside of him
He was defeated, alone and hollow
He succumbed to his scars, he suffocated.

He shut his whole world down, his phone left unanswered
He found peace in the ceiling built from stars
Held his last breath as the cold grip of lariat tightened.
Under a sky of dust, he is finally free.

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