THE 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 laughter. I grip here the cold metal in my hand, feel its weight familiar. It's a burden, this power. But her voice echoes in my head, a melody that disarms away the edge. Maybe there's room for both, the fury and the light. Maybe