A brand new day
A body of time before me
A corpse behind me
As if I am searching through the rye
Yet I have found
Life is sincerely second hands
Bringing everything around again
I survived for so long
A beggar
Starving on minutes
Till I became aware
That swallowing the poison
Was the only way to survive
I cherish aspects
Collected from ashes
I cynically smile at the grief
I cry as I relive it in dreams
But getting over it
Is nothing
Because your choice
Is a corpse
Or a body of time