This Glock in My Hand, Love on My Mind
Streetlights flicker, casting shadows that stretch across the asphalt. This nightbeast breathes, a rhythm of sirens and distant laughter. I grip the steel in my hand, feel its weight like home. It's safety, this curse. But her smile echoes in my head, a melody that beats away the edge. Maybe there's room for both, the fury and the light. Maybe love