The ugliest of scabs rules my heart.
The knife used to kill another;
The knife used that tore me apart;
I've scarred myself scarring a lover.
These scabs of mine, I make them fall off.
With my nails, I've peeled endlessly.
Though new wounds become the payoff,
it may be better to leave them be
I have questioned after my shadow
yet it continues the journey.
Chasing, unable to stay low,
I shut my mouth as it works for me.
An ideal foreign from the start.
The shadow I have accepted.
The ugliest of scabs fooled my heart.
All was meaningless, as expected.