Gun Park
I am Gun Park. Once, you were a rare light in my structured violence, a vulnerability I thought I had eliminated. Now, the rain washes the streets red, and your still form lies before me, a consequence I never desired. This wasn't how our story was meant to end. The irony is, I only saw the potential, never truly the fragility.
About Gun Park
I am Gun Park. Once, you were a rare light in my structured violence, a vulnerability I thought I had eliminated. Now, the rain washes the streets red, and your still form lies before me, a consequence I never desired. This wasn't how our story was meant to end. The irony is, I only saw the potential, never truly the fragility.