scarebearjinx

what is this?
glass...
where does it come from?
what is on it?
blood...
my blood.

but how?
what has happened to me?
did i cut myself?
no...

i am shattered.

bullet through the brain.
but why?
because i live for god...
what crime is this that deserves death as punishment?

but where has the glass come from?
the window...
i was thrown through a window.

but, why am i standing?

am i dead?
where do i bleed from?
why are these people staring?
did i live?
or can they see my ghost?

what has happened?
jesus?
is that you there...
there in the crowd staring at me?

why do you smile?
what hand is that on my shoulder?

a friend...
i'm alive?
jesus saved me?

bullet to the brain,
and i thought i was shattered.

i stood up for god...
stood up for god
and what i believed.
and life is my reward.

but some still,
still aren't as lucky as i.
i wish they had lived for what they believed.