Living in the Skeleton of a Happy Memory

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Giles Corey - Blackest Bile

All around me
in the air hangs a wreath
of blackest bile, and smoke
that I can see

I open up my heart
and let it all in
and it kills all my love
and hope for everyone

And it hasn’t been easy on you,
I know that more than most.
I am born to be alone,
I am just some lonely ghost

All around us
hangs an air of darkest doom,
and it flows out my lungs
and slowly fills the room

I open up my heart
and stick my fingers in,
but you will never want
what I have to give