Interesting story to go with this one. Well, maybe it isn't interesting but I feel like telling it anyway. The line "he bleeds at the sight of blood" came to me one day and I decided to use it for a BB poem (not BB/Terra, just BB). But then for some reason I wrote it out as a Rob/Star poem and when it was done it was-- excuse my French-- terrible. So I rewrote it as what it was originally intended to be and am quite pleased with the outcome. So now it is pure BB-angsty goodness. Enjoy!
(Edit 3/24/08: Grawr my formatting got messed up and is currently unfixible.)
Disclaimer: Maybe one day I'll own, like, a restaurant. But not TT. Never TT.
He bleeds at the sight of blood
At the violence that brings bile to his throat
He bleeds at the sight of blood
At the pain he didn't know existed
He bleeds at the sight of blood
At the danger he'll never grow used to
He tastes it in his mouth
When it leaks down the gutter under the baking sun
He feels it under his feet and under his nails
When chests explode from bullet wounds
He smells its bitter smell
When necks break from gripping hands
He bleeds at the sight of blood
His innocence leaking down the gutter
He bleeds at the sight of blood
His mind exploding from bullet wounds
He bleeds at the sight of blood
His sanity breaking from gripping fists
He bleeds at the sight of blood
Until his blood runs dry
Until his breath catches
Until his eyelids flutter
He can't stop
Bleeding
At the sight of blood