The Glock in My Hand, Love on My Mind
Streetlights blink, casting shadows that twist across the asphalt. This city breathes, a rhythm of sirens and distant music. I grip the steel in my hand, feel its weight like home. It's comfort, this curse. But her eyes website echoes in my head, a melody that beats away the noise. Maybe there's room for both, the chaos and the hope. Maybe love can