Royal Crown Poem by Michael Figueroa

Liquid go's down
Royal crown
Messed up
An' leaving town

Triumphant abyss
Again i miss
Apparitions falsely given
For those i've driven

The known chill is awaiting
Nights confusion aiming
Cross-hair for enemy sights
Mission complete, the bullet ignites

Liquid now settling, to swish around
Descending to exits, none be found
Why does it always have to be something
Can we relax a moment and perhaps do nothing?

Unforgivable acts cutscenes go!
Now Back-in-time, re-do events, fix things, ya know?

The time passing, clouding my mind
A trembling realization, of how we grind
For days corruption
My destruction