Oct 2018
I get a lot of calls from Sebastian,
They're always calls to action, and attempt to do a fraction of damage I used to be capable of
Or they are sometimes him in traction looking for a place to stay when he's kicked out of the cabin
But this time was different.
He left a voicemail, and his tone was solemn, so I decided to call him.
He asked me for a favor
I knew he would sooner or later,
He said high upon the mountain top
where it is quiet enough for a pen to drop 20 feet
That's where I would find him, calling with the same message on repeat, to the rest of his friends
Who knew. Driving up from the coast had me anxious
I hadn't the faintest idea of what Sebastian's pain is
I drove up and put my car in park
A petty insult was the last thing I got out before Sebastian would start
slurring sober thoughts into shouting words
"Forget about forgiveness, I lived for this business, I understand the the impact I've had.
I wish I could've been there for my sister and dad
I wish I could've been there for you two. Jimmy, you too
Now, you see, I'm gonna be living for my true father, and that father needs me to be a martyr. A warning sign for anyone who thinks they can slip behind enemy lines and not be deranged. Guys, I love you, everything has changed for me, when I'm gone please keep your sanity."
I looked around at my friends faces,
they were frowning, with a look of pity, no disgrace
The fire was crackling as the voice of Sebastian faded in and out again
I glanced back down.
If this clown is trying to bring around a new beginning for himself, he is obviously misguided.
Why is everyone sitting there, why is no one wound up and excited?
This guy isn't a Mohammed.
Typically I'd let this slide, but Sebastian about to throw his life away, and I'm sure as hell not going to be standing at the grave with a bouquet, okay?
"Sebastian, let's take a second"
"No I don't need to second guess it, I've had minutes at midnight running on candle light, and I have just enough energy for one more fight. It'll be what's right.
"No"
"You know these honor killing ain't nothing but sleeping snakes, ready to get their heads chopped off as soon as they wake"
"Sebastian, you ain't gonna change culture overnight"
"Maybe, but I can put up one more fight, goodnight"
These mountain winds take me back to your ghost again. It's a shame you didn't win, Sebastian.
They're always calls to action, and attempt to do a fraction of damage I used to be capable of
Or they are sometimes him in traction looking for a place to stay when he's kicked out of the cabin
But this time was different.
He left a voicemail, and his tone was solemn, so I decided to call him.
He asked me for a favor
I knew he would sooner or later,
He said high upon the mountain top
where it is quiet enough for a pen to drop 20 feet
That's where I would find him, calling with the same message on repeat, to the rest of his friends
Who knew. Driving up from the coast had me anxious
I hadn't the faintest idea of what Sebastian's pain is
I drove up and put my car in park
A petty insult was the last thing I got out before Sebastian would start
slurring sober thoughts into shouting words
"Forget about forgiveness, I lived for this business, I understand the the impact I've had.
I wish I could've been there for my sister and dad
I wish I could've been there for you two. Jimmy, you too
Now, you see, I'm gonna be living for my true father, and that father needs me to be a martyr. A warning sign for anyone who thinks they can slip behind enemy lines and not be deranged. Guys, I love you, everything has changed for me, when I'm gone please keep your sanity."
I looked around at my friends faces,
they were frowning, with a look of pity, no disgrace
The fire was crackling as the voice of Sebastian faded in and out again
I glanced back down.
If this clown is trying to bring around a new beginning for himself, he is obviously misguided.
Why is everyone sitting there, why is no one wound up and excited?
This guy isn't a Mohammed.
Typically I'd let this slide, but Sebastian about to throw his life away, and I'm sure as hell not going to be standing at the grave with a bouquet, okay?
"Sebastian, let's take a second"
"No I don't need to second guess it, I've had minutes at midnight running on candle light, and I have just enough energy for one more fight. It'll be what's right.
"No"
"You know these honor killing ain't nothing but sleeping snakes, ready to get their heads chopped off as soon as they wake"
"Sebastian, you ain't gonna change culture overnight"
"Maybe, but I can put up one more fight, goodnight"
These mountain winds take me back to your ghost again. It's a shame you didn't win, Sebastian.
