What is ****?

What is ****…?
Written by: ElzEye

It’s the…
It’s the euphoric sensations that only music can create…
The reminiscent memories that come to mind if you could just relate…
It’s the sleepless nights waking up to a stiff neck…
The dreams of giving up while you’re jumping from the cliffs edge…
It’s the constant yelling and the many accusations…
The faking of a crooked smile while your heart is actually breaking…
It’s the anxiety attacks when you feel like going insane…
The Edgar Allen Raven and its haunting tapping on the window pain…
It’s the nights I sit alone only just to watch you sleep…
The fact that no other chemistry of emotions could ever be this deep…
It’s the conversations and the laughter over silly things…
The here and after, the whispers holding in my will to scream…
It’s the will to fulfill my dreams but always falling short…
The attention span that you display when we watch my favorite sport…
It’s the confusion when I wonder what the hell we fight for…
The thickness in the air that chokes me when you’re spiteful…
It’s the pain I feel every time I watch you cry…
The overwhelming sensation when I just want to die…
It’s the reading of your mind when all I see are riddles…
The pathetic attempt and failure to meet you in the middle…
It’s the sound of your voice that makes up the soundtrack to my day…
The coming to an end cause I don’t know what more to say…
It’s the special moments that I won’t ever forget…
The fact that I will forever travel this lonely road of regret…
It’s the words I’ve said and without a doubt you know I meant this…
The fact that I will be dead the moment that I end this…

Apocalyptic Symphony

Apocalyptic Symphony
Written By: ElzEye

I occupy myself to fill the vastness of this black void…
A useless factoid like that of paranoid androids…
If only I could destroy worlds with a mass of asteroids…
I’d bring calamity and sound to a halting black noise…
Complete silence; hear it speaking in hollow tongues…
I hear them freaking; watch the sinners follow nuns…
As a final attempt to keep their riches the greedy swallow funds…
I look down upon while I commence the bombers run…
Like crashing napalm suns, their bodies turned to ashes…
Picasso’s Guernica; a beautiful display of morbid madness…
I watched them burn in masses; It only hurts to laugh when…
They scream death; but I have no concern for that shit…
The tragic deaths of billions came at their own hand…
I’m no man just an instrument of war from your homeland…
A martyr if you will, controlled by a rich Presidential old man…
One command an I swear I’ll kill you where your soul stands…

H.E.R.

H.E.R.
Written By: ElzEye

Intensified anticipation amidst a simple conversation...
Her soft voice broadcasting and I'm too stuck to change the station...
An as I stare in amazement at every breath she takes in...
I'm shaken; All at once my sensations cave in...
An though we talked there were many things I did not say…
I just figured revealing them would be a lot to take…
So as I pen this I’m watching, waiting for the clock to break…
Because time has stopped; I have parked my thoughts in caution’s way…
What I want to say should be locked away an clearly forgotten…
Put the pencil away; Awaken from a moment I often get lost in…
Cause’ in my mind she was constant, my mind was exhausted…
But there was always a fine line an I refused to have crossed it…
It feels so strange now that I've had her so close to me...
An can't help but hear every word whenever she goes to speak...
That just goes to show that the past remains an flows so deep...
Maybe one day she'll notice, whenever she dreams or goes to sleep...

If I Could Leave It All Behind

If I Could Leave It All Behind
Written By: Elz-Eye

Like Russian roulette, life's a dangerous game...
I maintain the curse I obtained, for what I gave in exchange...
The more I stain-color my life, the grayer it stays...
I've knelt and I’ve prayed, but still I'm just a stranger in pain...
Under the rain, this dream doesn’t feel right...
It feels like these nightmares are caught up in real life...
I can see through the truths, even in still nights...
They still lie, like a reality that’s been concealed twice...
Do you know what it feels like to feel this pain that is felt?..
To get away from this hell I leave the pain on the shelf…
Right next to my personality, my name, and myself…
And try to forgive me for the mistakes that I’ve dealt…
Just a chance to breathe and release what’s left inside me…
Instead I spill my guts to this bottle of Jack beside me…
Escape at last to where no one else could find me…
Walk away and drink the past behind me…

Gentle Chaos

Gentle Chaos
Written By: Elz-Eye

As the wind blows I sit amongst a gentle stillness…
Brain backfiring, a fragile mental illness…
Holding back anger where tears would only spill it…
Poetry in motion should anybody film this…
A world where shades of gray paint hell itself…
In a beautiful fashion, a subtlety to what I’ve felt…
I simply wish to rid the insanity I’ve been dealt…
Rid myself the issue with the pistol on the shelf…
The stars no longer mesmerize my minds eye…
They’re too busy contemplating this reality defined lie…
What’s real and what’s fake, it walks a fine line…
An as time flies the blending of the two becomes fine…
A gentle chaos to throw my head upon the pavement…
Trap my statements sell them an send them all away quick…
My words all unwillingly drift away upon its slave ship…
With my poetry to be forgotten on the same trip…

Fallen

Fallen
Written By: Elz-Eye

Something has imprinted her mind, just look at her eyes...
She entered the hallway, with something deeply hidden inside...
The tears of surprise bleed a cold expressionless cry...
Her face can't deny the words that her beauty described...
But her sadness displayed, is like painting pain on a canvas...
The paintbrush engraves the color stains on the fabric...
I'm refraining from askin' about the situation or status...
Just from the looks of it I could see the madness was tragic...
What could've happened? She softly wipes her face with a tissue...
Suddenly the nurse expresses the urgency of the issue...
It makes me sick to; think what she will probably live through...
The nurse an doctor apologize, there isn’t more that they can do…
Then sudden screams flash scenes of foreseen troubles...
As both of her knees buckled, I turned to see her stumble…
Her world crumbled, soon to lie in miserable puddles of rubble…
The tears were everlasting, but her cries tumbled and struggled…
Feeling trapped in a bubble, not knowing what I can say or do…
Then it came to, I peered through the window an knew…
On the operating table I lay lifeless and unable to move…
I could finally construe the situation that was put into view…
I felt a sinking feeling, making me sick to my stomach…
What was this? Wishing to wake from a nightmare that wasn't …
This world I was stuck in; I could do nothing of it…
I was finally to pay for all the demons that'd come in…