My Glock in My Hand, Love on My Mind
Streetlights flicker, casting shadows that twist across the asphalt. This city breathes, a rhythm of sirens and distant screams. I grip the trigger in my hand, feel its weight like home. It's safety, this power. But her eyes echoes in my head, a melody that disarms away the darkness. Maybe there's room for both, the danger and the hope. Maybe love