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.