not running
 

I was sure it was a lie
A shadow
Untruth
Undeniably false

Yet this mirror
Shows me
Yes, indeed
Tears of blood

Weeping like a bitch
Unsure why this is happening
Unsure if I care or if I should just refurbish the armor

Tears of blood
Times of woe
Melodramatic disaster and tragedy beckon me and call me
Sweeter than any Juliet or Romeo.
I want to stop shaking

But I am here and the tears are red
And I hear a lie, I see a picture of a woman that comforts
But I know it is fake
So here I go another hour
I’m able to cry without a peep
Tears are red, the tears of blood
The tears my true soul weeps

Whew! Great visual and emotional depth in this. A work of verbal art.
~Angel~

Sweet,
That was kick ass Z

My sentiments echo Chauncey's exactly

Outstanding Z, post whenever you write