Eradicate the reactor,.  
Twist it it out of me,.  
Look in my eyes as you do it,.  
Make me know it is you,.  
Your eyes spark like fierce shorts in my neurons,.  
Collapsing me into this hole,.  
If you just remove this from my heart,.  
Take it and throw it to the hordes that surround my home,.  
Their anger will be satisfied,.  
Fed like triumphant lions on the Savannah,.  
For they they know you are the handler,.  
If their tongue felt the blood,.
They will go away, you would finally go away,.  
For it is the horde you created,.  
Not to be satisfied until the happiness you created dies,.  
The one you created just to annihilate,.  
And leave me with a meltdown,.  
Poisoning with radiation for miles around,.  
The mutant ******* horde grows hungry, as you grow lonely,.
It needs to be fed much like you do,.
For it was created in the likeness of you,.,.,.,.,