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…