Answer:
Whilst I was engaged in sitting. I spied the dead carrying the living
Break it and it is better, immediately set and harder to break again.
A dagger thrust at my own heart, dictates the way I'm swayed. Left I stand, and right I yield, to the twisting of the blade.
Voiceless it cries,Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, Toothless bites, Mouthless mutters.
What is it something that you always have but you always leave behind?
I never sleep yet sometimes I weep. I can get angry or just be happy. Wherever you go, I will follow. No matter what you do, I will be there. I cannot die. What am I?