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Chester Bennington Poem
They speak so clear;
Your eyes tell tales the mouth never could.
I stand, stare, listen...
Iridescent words of joy flowing through this valley,
Embracing the silver clouds of thought in golden ray,
As my eyes listen yours sing in harmony,
Bells ring and love composes a brand new song,
The sky is ever clear
They speak to me still;
I watch the tales that talk to my heart,
But is it me or the whispering wind?
What was once is no longer.
Dry words flow through barren plains as birds of prey fly low,
Beauty sleeps among the graves, lost,
Yet it is not the wind, but the weeping soul,
Her eyes they shine no more
The words now are falling,
Crashing on the ground,
I feel the soulless calling,
But from your eyes no sound,
The rain drops on my heart,
The fire is gone, the beauty forever lost,
The eyes that once glowed with light for me,
Are now blind and tears fall silently
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Copyright © Chester Bennington | Year Posted 2012
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Chester Bennington Poem
I saw the evidence, you were always there,
But why should you care,
I felt it come to me, the requiem heard,
Yet still there's no word,
I hear the silent screams, reviving the pain,
Leaving this truth faint,
I see the darkened light, staring in my eyes,
Unleashing our lies,
I watch the dry tears fall, the burden they have,
Too grieved to be sad,
I felt the heartless crack, the words sinking through,
Echoes bounce off you,
So take back my reason, act by your own wish,
This apocalypse,
Throw away destiny, walk with fate instead,
Leave your promise dead.
Copyright © Chester Bennington | Year Posted 2012
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