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.