Thank you for your voice Chester Bennington❤
You were the heart,soul and clearly the voice of Linkin Park.
The world will miss you!
(Forever the Linkin Park fan)

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They named it "The substance abuse".
'Numb', that is what he must have felt while standing 'one step closer' to death. Maybe his invoiced pain weakened his powerful screams to the extent where he finally craved for silence 'from the inside'.
Did that melodious sound of the instruments echoing inside recording room scorched his wounds? Or was it 'easier to run' rather than being 'victimized' by impending voices? I bet, when his dreams were reeling, he hit that 'castle of glass' full of 'sharp edges' until he beheld the first 'shadow of the day'.
The agony, must have hovered through his spine along with his last performance. Instead of those million words he could have said, he offered the world an unrecognizable goodbye & yet they named it -
"The substance abuse".

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The feeling
of feeling nothing anymore
is the worst feeling ever

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I am BREAKING THE HABIT of WAITING FOR THE END,
I'LL BE GONE, SOMEWHERE I BELONG,
No LIES, GREED, MISERY and NO MORE SORROW,
IN THE END, I'll just be LOST IN THE ECHO.

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LEGENDS NEVER DIE!
HOPE YOU ARE SCREAMING AGAIN IN HEAVEN!
"'Cause in the end it DOES even matter!"
R.I.P CHESTER CHARLES BENNINGTON.....
............ THE HEARTTHROB OF LINKIN PARK ❤️

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Sometimes death borrows
The most cherished lives
Like the sun dissolves
The fog at dawn.
And never returns them
Like the way they were.


(Full poem in the caption)

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Chester is Linkin Park.

He tried so hard
And got so far
In the end
It doesn't even matter..
He had to fall
To lose it all
In the end
It doesn't even matter..

Remain in Park.
Rest in Peace.

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Between
Numb !!! & Peace...
Death regrets.

Happy Birthday Chester

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When I become so NUMB
Then my mind says,
"
Can I get an ENCORE, do you want more
Cooking raw with the Brooklyn boy
So for one last time I need y'all to roar

Now what the hell are you waiting for?

After me, there shall be no more
So for one last time, make some noise "

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'LYING FROM YOU' about 'WHAT I'VE DONE' feeling 'HEAVY' and 'GUILTY ALL THE SAME'. 'SORRY FOR NOW' as 'I'LL BE GONE' without a 'GOOD GOODBYE', for 'NOBODY CAN SAVE ME' 'WHEN THEY COME FOR ME'.
I 'RUNAWAY' searching for 'SOMEWHERE I BELONG', trying to find 'A PLACE FOR MY HEAD'.
'LOST IN THE ECHO' in the 'EMPTY SPACES' in a sudden 'BLACKOUT' I see 'THE MESSENGER' with 'KEYS TO THE KINGDOM' in one hand and my 'DOOMSDAY CLOCK' in another.
A 'WAR', a 'BATTLE SYMPHONY' now in my mind for the 'NEW DIVIDE'.
I take 'ONE STEP CLOSER' to the 'CASTLE OF GLASS' in the hope of 'ONE MORE LIGHT' but an 'INVISIBLE' 'HIGH VOLTAGE' is there to 'BURN IT DOWN'.
I 'HIT THE FLOOR' feeling 'NUMB', the 'SHARP EDGES' feeling like 'PAPERCUT'.
'TALKING TO MYSELF' this can't be 'ALL FOR NOTHING' I say.
A 'FAINT' 'IRIDESCENT' 'BURNING IN THE SKIES' becomes 'THE CATALYST' for 'BREAKING THE HABIT'.
'CRAWLING' 'IN PIECES' towards 'A LIGHT THAT NEVER COMES',ready to' BLEED IT OUT'.
After the 'FINAL MASQUERADE' with myself, my 'SKIN TO BONES' want to be 'WITH YOU'.
I reach out to you feeling' VICTIMIZED'.
You are'READING MY EYES' with a smile.
'IN THE END'light does come.
IN THE END it does matter.

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