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Cam Godfrey May 2016
The windows crack and splintered glass cuts the silence
Diluted in its form, ever-present consternation shields against the fear
Blacker than her sheets, the softly spoken anecdotes with simple revelations Help to carve a smile in my ear.

Empty dreams replace the falling; morning as a time of day
Presumptive promises share the space
While water streams and insides scream
She moves with effervescent grace.

Warning signs are absent in her voice
As I shy away from independent thinking
Blocking out their ploys before they play
Perhaps, the present highs outweigh the sinking.
I recently started dating again after a lengthy absence from the game. This poem addresses how I feel about it all. There's a little bit of everything in the lines...
  May 2016 Cam Godfrey
Sade LK
OCD
My scars don't look like
Anyone else's-
They're more careful,
Organized, precise and
Exact.
Not light, but
Never deep enough
Never deep enough
Never deep enough
Never deep enough.

People always ask why
I do such pretty patterns:
Because this is the only thing in life
That I can really control
Control
Control,

And I find it so beautiful-
Though, not so much tragic.

My scars are not chaotic like a
Car-wreck,
They are consistent like a
Coma-
Proof that I was awake
The whole time I was sleeping,
And I could feel everything
Even though I could tell no one.
No one.

That this
Unconscious obsessive compulsion
Demands order
Order
Order,
it
Insists by instinct,
An intricate simplicity.

Still, I will 'ever envy
Those stitched gashes, once
Gushing
Gushing
Gushing with surrender and
Serenity...
Each raised and rough coarse collagen fiber
To form a white flag
Forever etched in flesh;
To tell the world
They, were a slave to freedom-

I am only a slave
To *myself.
Written December 6th & 8th, 2014
Cam Godfrey May 2016
Platinum wishes; handfuls of disease
Ostentatious, drifting memories
They meld into one, fall to your knees
Conscripted love, forced to believe.

The pleasant hours often show
The check is signalled, liquor flows
Kisses stick like rain upon clothed skin
Every touch a knowing nod to sin.

We’re all that’s left
Mere animated corpses on the Earth
The adults of our dreams are trees instead of ants
Ambition while it’s stable never lasts.

All complex emotions hide beneath
Nothing of the topics which we’d agreed
Slights as smooth as slippers on our feet
Insults fly like hail; dense as sleet.

Your warmth is my addiction, doomed to always splinter
Sneaking bottles inside of psych wards
Voices prized above, not untoward.

The faintest of conclusions lack the foresight to predict
Complications always rise
They never sink.
Every song I write begins like this. An unorganised collection of what I believe are witty lines and clever insights into daily life (obviously warped by my perspective). :P I take what fits best with the music and words that tickle on the tongue. Often, the underlying story/idea/theme becomes even more vague (non-existent).
  May 2016 Cam Godfrey
Naomi Chevalier
Your name was like a prayer to me
Safely kept in the corners of my heart
With one utterance I was afraid it would
Send you away
If I could do it over I would say your name every day
And cherish it like a prayer unto my soul
Our love could have healed that hole
That I know pained you
But my lips could only speak truth
And your ears were dead to honesty
Your feet and head took you away from me
You lost me, and I never had you.
  May 2016 Cam Godfrey
Queen-Midas
His eyes they shone so bright, they held all the happiness I wanted
His eyes they turned so cold, they gave me all the sadness I deserved
Cam Godfrey May 2016
VERSE
Is that where we fell short, ignoring all our options that weren't an honest picture of ourselves? Why spend a lifetime searching for the answers when no-one even cared to ask themselves?

PRE-CHORUS
You stood, lit by the moonlight, standing by the gate. Words laced with alcohol, reeling from your tongue. I thought this would never happen - turns out it won't. In the brief pause before our kiss, we ignored the signs.

CHORUS
It's different to hers, but no less enjoyable. That evening was ours, and her dress fell off her shoulders.
Cam Godfrey Mar 2016
VERSE 1
Portrayed as the girl next door, she'll rip your heart out and manipulate the way your mind works.
Just forget how she looks, it's an illusion...
She's as ruthless as the best of them.

PRE-CHORUS
You'll always love her in the end X2

CHORUS
Darkness falls before you realise all your skeletons have come alive.
These are the thoughts that haunt you, just another mistake you've made on your own.

VERSE 2
It doesn't matter the advice you hear, she's already ****** you in.
You're a victim to her persuasive skills.
It's an art-form of suggestion.

PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
BRIDGE
CHORUS X2
When I set out to write this song (Skeletons), the core idea was about a girl I'd just met and was crushing on deeply, but the more I wrote, the more I focused inward on how I was viewing the relationship. Now when I read it back, and listen to the song I recorded with these words, it's more an insight of my ocd, and how it affects my interactions with other people.

Link to stream of Skeletons - http://rvrb.fm/1RZ1nXx.
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