The 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 laughter. I grip the steel in my hand, feel its weight against my skin. It's safety, this responsibility. But her voice echoes in my head, a melody that pulls away the darkness. Maybe there's room for both, the fury and the lo