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Book of Songs	By : Need2ScreamNow Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 1490 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't know the A7X guys, I didn't write any of the songs either, they belong to their own artists respectfully. I'm not making any money. This never happened and it never will it's all FICTION!

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Disclaimer: Quote at the end was take from Matt’s small blog at A7x.com. "Anthem of the Angels" belongs to Breaking Benjamin, it is not mine.

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White walls surround us
No light will touch your face again
Rain taps the window
As we sleep among the dead

He wasn’t sure how long they’d been there in uncomfortable plastic chairs waiting.

Waiting.
Waiting.

Bright fluorescents, too bright, reflecting off the too white walls and off the polished and sanitized white tiled floor; burning his too tired eyes. The soft squeak of nurse shoes on the polished floor is some of the only noise heard, outside the wind slams rain into the windows of the ER waiting room.

Days go on forever
But I have not left your side
We can chase the dark together
If you go then so will I

Waiting.

Waiting.

A familiar face emerges from the ER, his face is somber and a little gray. Between one breath and the next his world shifts and crumbles. Air suffocates him as he tries to breathe, no matter how fast he brings the air in though it’s not enough.

There is nothing left of you
I can see it in your eyes
Sing the anthem of the angels
And say the last goodbye

“I’m sorry,” the dark haired doctor starts but he’s not listening anymore. Blood rushes through his ears, pushed through his aching chest to his throbbing head. His chest is too tight and his head is too light. It’s no longer the too bright lights burning his eyes as the sterile hallway swims.

Cold light above us
Hope fills the heart
And fades away
Skin white as winter
As the sky returns to grey

A warm arm slips around his waist and pulls him close, he still can’t breathe. The grip around his shoulders is probably too tight but he can’t feel himself anymore. He doesn’t want to be in this too white place anymore.

Days go on forever
But I have not left your side
We can chase the dark together
If you go then so will I

People keep asking him questions he doesn’t want to answer; time for the service, where will he be buried, what happened. Questions he doesn’t know the answers to. He locks himself away in their room and stares at the wall trying to forget.

There is nothing left of you
I can see it in your eyes
Sing the anthem of the angels
And say the last goodbye

He can’t sleep through the night. Waking at odd hours from pleasant nightmares where he’s still with them; knocking at the window so they can sneak out to a concert or hiding in the closet waiting to scare him. Waking is the real nightmare.

I keep holding onto you
But I can't bring you back to life
Sing the anthem of the angels
Then say the last goodbye

Death, he decides, doesn’t smell like rotting flesh or garbage on a hot day; it smells like too many flowers mingling with different colognes and perfumes in a room too warm with bodies. His jacket is heavy and probably too hot for the chapel, but the cold won’t leave him.

You’re dead, alive

One after the other people go up to the microphone, he’s on the list, but he doesn’t want to.

You’re dead, alive

If he stands up there and says something to these people he’ll have to admit he’s gone.

You’re dead, alive

Soft lights above reflect off the black lacquer and offset the white satin. From the front pew he can see his light brown hair resting gently against his cheek. At the beginning it had been combed back, he’s glad someone fixed it. He didn’t think he would like having his hair done up for eternity.

You’re dead, alive

Someone lays a hand on his arm; it's his turn. He can’t feel his legs, it's like their first big concert together. He walks past him again to get to the podium and forces himself to keep going. If he doesn’t he would wait for him to open his eyes, yawn, twitch; something.

There is nothing left of you
I can see it in your eyes
Sing the anthem of the angels
And say the last goodbye

He hits the first step and waits for him to jump up and scare him.

The second step he hopes Ashton Kutcher would run out with a camera and his stupid-ass trucker hat.

He gets to the podium and looks out at the dark clad figures filling the church. A microphone is in front on him, familiar and alien all at once. He knows he’s still alive, not sure how, but he knows he’s awake and he has to do this. Teary eyes stare up at him and his gaze slips over to his friend’s face, softly illuminated by the dim lights. He has to say something, something so he can let himself and the others say good-bye. His mouth dries but opens anyway, “I have walked side by side with Jimmy, everyday, for the last 18 years of my life. I have no memories before Jimmy…”

I keep holding onto you
But I can't bring you back to life
Sing the anthem of the angels
And say the last goodbye

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A/N: I’ve been picking away at this for awhile, I still don’t think it does justice to the loss of Jimmy, but I tried. Thanks for reading and reviewing.
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