You stare at the blood
That stains my shirt and jeans
Eyes wide with shock
Gasping.
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