Keep the Faith

There goes my hero
I'll watch him as he goes
There goes my hero
He's ordinary

That he was; human; flesh, bone and blood, like you and me.
He just had a big voice that was heard; a voice many fed on. And like the caring person he is he nurtured them.
He lived in me, us, you.

Kudos my hero, leave it on the bed
You know my hero, the one that's on

That's because he went away; gone with all of them.
He was the best; the finest; the weakest
Murdered by his on music; lovely way to go, isn't it?
When he clung to the pen of his hopes, the ink slipped away his fingers and blinded him; eyes and heart.
Alas, he was lost again.
With no heart and sight, he stumbled and fell on his guitar; the instrument he attempted to master for so long.
Though he was blind and lost of heart, he never fell.

The six strings slashed into his thin fingers as he tried to coax the instrument into his arms.
The pen left, why should I stay? It harshly repeats into his ears the wooden white-painted neck glistening with stains of red and tangled with pieces of cream skin turned white.

Another kick in the gut.
Push him down, push him down more, won't you?

With nowhere to go now he turned to them.
Sightless, bleeding, heartless and lost, he still stood up.
He lay his sliced fingers on a young shoulder, seeking rejoice in her reply, but the bleeding in his heart just flooded some more as she shrugged him and skipped away clinging to some other masked figure.
Her new hero.

So he sits there; emotionless.

This was it.
The last strike.
The last blow.
He fell.

Lean down and vomit everything; release your churning guilt and words.
Push, push, push.
Don't care for those tears wildly streaming down your face; just spew it all until there's nothing left.

There goes my hero
Watch him as he goes
Into nothing more than a pile of breathing senseless bones.

Take your pictures down and shake it out

Tear, rip, shred, and burn his face off your wall.
Let him see that as he cries his eyes to darkness.
As he melts and tapers away.

He's ordinary
Like you and me.
He can die; only from a few words; he can die.

Don't the best of them bleed it out?
And he has bled the most.
His fingers' pain merged into the sobs leaving his throat as he watched the pinkish white of his bones fade into the dominating red.

There goes my hero
To the ground he returns.
He dies.
In the center of the haze surrounding his mind he lies down
Our hero's gone.
Blind, emotionless, loveless; lifeless at last.

He fell.
He fell hard.

Finally.