.. like water for chocolate ..

Consume me not like water I pray;
I have feelings of my own!
You've struck me, not giving me a moan
of pleasure in the light of day.
Stop biting me with your fangs
or torture me with your gangs.
I have feelings I have owned;
you've not even rang or moaned.
Your skin is cold now, you're even old now,
but you've never bothered to say
that we should not ever stay
like this - a fist sounding "KAPOW!"
I have feelings of my own -
and you never spoke, not even a tone.