This is a place of bones,
Not of blood,
Where liars are honored and secrets are told.
Take a stand,
but won't stand down,
Call for back-up,
don't back down.
He's shattered
Glass shards with remnants of Scotch at the edges
One lingering look
to put the pieces back together
One flash in the distance
to pull them back apart.
On the ground,
better than in it.
Everyone down
Shot by a sinner.