Second Hands

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


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