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, ablatant 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