You stare at the blood

That stains my shirt and jeans

Eyes wide with shock


Lack of sunlight has deformed me to your eyes.

Darker hair, paler skin

Completely colorless

Except for my soul in my eyes.

And I'm bleeding in black and white

With grey puddles surrounding me.

I seem to totally dead to you

Except for my soul in my eyes.

I expect you'll flee.

Most people do.

When they realize just what

They've befriended.

But I ask you not to run.

I'm totally alone.

With my soul in my eyes

And bleeding black and white.

-San Carpenter