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Radiation
I stand in front of you, with a feeling of impending doom
Just us two, the only people in the room
I try to run for the door
But I'm super-glued to the floor
You give me The Look
And around me things begin to cook
The sofa bursts into flames
Fear urges me to call out your name
To plead my case so you would stop
But my mouth is so dry that there's no hope
Of me even croaking out a sound
The heat from your eyes makes the room go round
I reach out for the wall's helping hand
But it's like hot sand
So I quickly withdraw
The coffee table is no more
Afterall, wood cannot withstand dry acid rain
I'm sweating now, feeling drained
Yet you still aim The Look my way
Unwavering, as if to say "I'm here to stay"
The TV slowly melts
I try to look away but your belt
Is a leash holding me hostage
Inside an electrified cage
The VCR follows suit
You're still mute
Well, except for the noise created by your eyes
Then somehow you hear my cries
You hear my parched pleas
And you let The Look decrease
In intensity
Gradually
You let me fall into the welcoming arms of
The door. You know I've had enough
Later that night
I don't feel right
Granted, I did survive
I was alive
But oh how I ache all over
Because of The Look, because of the Lover
Because of his heat-generation
Because of his radiation.
