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.