Burning Fuses Poem by Madrason .

Burning Fuses



You command
and demand
reciprocity
in your cruel
verocity.

There are no words
to describe
the bad vibe
that one can
cause.

Plausible excuses,
for plausible
denyal
one abuses,
I stress!

None the less,
I'll burn all
my fuses,
just to end up
use-less.


30-12-2012 Madrason

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