Catharsis

Watching the hit, I feel calm, crying and blood,

try smell harm, back I go this mode of mind,

you see me nice, you see me kind.

My eyes strain, a blatant stain,

this bloody picture, failing to scare.

Can't touch it, it goes through me,

can't feel the hit, all I do is see,

the two sides of me, this square of glass,

watch from a distance, and let it all pass.