My Glock in My Hand, Love on My Mind
Streetlights blink, casting shadows that stretch across the asphalt. This nightbeast breathes, a rhythm of sirens and distant music. I grip the cold metal in my hand, feel its weight familiar. It's a burden, this curse. But her smile echoes in my head, a melody that disarms away the edge. Maybe there's room for both, the fury and the love. Maybe lo