To Chester Bennington

Rhys Martin
Jul 21, 2017 · 1 min read
Picture: Complex.com

Hands Held High, I wasn’t the greatest fan that Linkin Park had ever seen. But I had my favourite songs, and opinions of your new albums. And I never knew you personally, but yesterday a Numb feeling I hadn’t felt in a while, overcame me.

It really does make you wonder, who out there, is putting on their Final Masquerade. I guess we are all Guilty All The Same, wearing an alternative face to show the world, when really, we are Powerless.

The Battle Symphony heard by many of us represents a Score to accompany the fight from within, a battle against ourselves, a war of attrition, where we are simply Waiting For The End.

The battles fought within the heads of all of us are part of the wider war, and with every fallen comrade comes morale for the rest of us to continue the fight, to help us draw the Line In The Sand.

I’m sorry you lost the battle, Chester Bennington.

An overt cry for help, not unheard.

I’ll Leave Out All The Rest.

I guess this is the Good Goodbye.

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Rhys Martin

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