Only you get burnt

there is a punishment for each drop of blood

squeezed out of this body

there is a return for every departure, a comeback 

for every hampered and suppressed sentiment.

I ask what I have done to get this 

but who do I ask? everything turned to shadows

black and transparent 

dancing on walls of this room.

Every time I fall, my tears are not wasted.

my love for you, although dismissed, is not wasted.

I gather them both and turn them to gold. 

I paint my hair red and my soul black

(Do you ever think of coming back?)

for every wound there is a price 

I can forgive, but my scars will remain.

You refuse even a word from me, even a light touch 

so you block me out, throwing the stones that I offered you as a gift

back at me 

(Who do you think you are?)

Unanswered questions will crawl at you, demanding answers.

I shed my skin like a cold blooded animal 

hissing at your brutal desire for meat,

at your earthly crave for my body, and not for my thoughts.

I will not let it, buried as I am 

I will slither out of the ground and haunt.

My name will be stamped on the lips of your other women 

my touch engraved in your skin and theirs

the touch that clasped your breath and put it back into your body

(Did you forget?)

I am tired of you all, 

you creatures of lust that know nothing of our pain,

owning a world that is not yours.

Do not smirk or laugh
You are nothing but another man.