This 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 screams. I grip the steel in my hand, feel its weight against my skin. It's a burden, this curse. But her voice echoes in my head, a melody that pulls away the edge. Maybe there's room for both, the danger and the love. M