My Glock in My Hand, Love on My Mind
Streetlights blink, casting shadows that crawl across the asphalt. This nightbeast breathes, a rhythm of sirens and distant screams. I grip the cold metal in my hand, feel its weight familiar. It's safety, this curse. But her eyes echoes in my head, a melody that disarms away the darkness. Maybe there's room for both, the fury and the hope. Maybe l