Before your throne,I stand,drenched,naked,wounds covering every inch of me,
Asking for punishment,for sins I did...
What kind of law book do you have,is there any punishment for me in it?
You know I have no more methods to punish myself..
So may be you take the barbed whip now,and punish me..
Dear judge,do you know,when one is so habituated to be punished,that a day with pain makes them feel something is missing...
May be I donot even exist in your life anymore,as being punished too meant you thought of me ...
The soundless scream that escape my lips,sealed from time beyond time,now only a sigh..
And still I wonder,what is the sin of mine,for punishment like this to bestowed upon me...
