Comments about Cameron Meldrum
The Fine Line Of Death
You tell me that were done
So I am emptied, the sorrow fills the empty voids and all happiness is released to a distance place.
This place. Unheard of and unnamed yet everybody knows it survives
Survives on the happiness that old love has enjoyed ripping out of us.
That old love has ripped out and will not replace
Leaving a hole only filled
As I stand looking for the happiness I once had
I find myself looking right over
The fine line,
The line is thin, thin like the desperate feeling of the seemingly never ending search...