For Chester Bennington

like the tattoo on your body

circular-loop

the maze for the sake of the labyrinth

built

for another hassle

knowledge is created

for lack of sense

the direction is not eternal

humans run without

set his feet

say hello without sound

or voiceless

but from a distance

from the inner void

human beings wander

without a load on his back.

his head

her skin

his clothes

hate the Sun

and the Moon and the stars

the wind and the trees

When the spirit in your body

You banish yourself

You terbangkan to the highest heaven

as the Dervish

fly music

of flutes

with the sound of broken

Perhaps you've

to kill the world's complexity

from the prison of your head

Perhaps you've

stay away from all

and sleep peacefully

but, chester

What if death

only for those who are forgotten?

you're alive, remembered

along with the hassle-hassle

or, chester

What if it turns out

Nobody really dies

from the creation of this?

all is life

and fill out

and busy with the maze

that will continue to be built

for something that turns out to be immortal

for every reason

should you know

like you disappointed

a haven built from hassle

so is the effort to make the death