My Glock in My Hand, Love on My Mind
Streetlights blink, casting shadows that crawl across the asphalt. This concrete jungle 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 voice echoes in my head, a melody that beats away the darkness. Maybe there's room for both, the fury and the love. Maybe lo