Senses

I cant hear the sweet sound
Of a childs laughter
I cant see the beautiful
Sea crashing against shell filled shores.
I cant taste the melted chocolate
From moms home made brownies.
I cant smell the citrus from
My lemon and orange trees.
I cant feel the soft velvety skin
Of my beloved.
 I can
Hear terrified screams.
    I can
See the bones of my victims.
         I can
Taste the metalic flavor in blood.
            I can
Smell the fear wafting from open pores.
                I can
Feel my loves cold dead skin beneath my fingers.