5 senses of one's past

Look at me
Look into my eyes
See carefully
See the burning nasty hell these eyes have seen
Remember the cuts and bruises
Malignant stains
Bloody rain

Taste me
Taste my tongue
Savor delicately
The foul words that my taste buds are forever holding
The nasty breaths I have set my pink pillow upon
Filthy mouth

Hear me
Hear my screams
Silently you must
A unusual loud
"STOP, PLEASE"
Hear how I for freedom

Feel me
Feel my body
Caress smoothly
The rough skin
Then feel the rubbing substance in between my thighs

Smell me
Smell my sweat
His cologne is stuck in me
No matter how much I may wash

Look at your beautiful body
I see your eyes
They twinkle brighter then the moon
I see your curves
No skilled driver alive could handle them
I see your skin
So smooth and silky
China would have to sample

Taste your lips
Bitter they are
Lemons must be jealous
Taste your sweat
I am King, Nautica, Polo
What is this
Who is he

Hearing your screams is making me go mas
Please stop stop please
What did he do to your....
Wait the blood is dripping

How do you know that without taste and/or sight

I smell it, the sweet spicy smell