Goriddle

This one is metal where it shouldn't be,
fishing through the veins.
Hunting before the walls collapse,
with hay fever aftertaste.

Ringing ears and hurting teeth
to a seething dental drill
hiding just beyond actual hearing.
Smells of burnt blood!

Warm and cold alternating the same
with a beating drum, felt in a soar.
wire twitch in my fingers 
keys cramping as attempting to type.

Nose running with little a sad anger
tears forgot for hopeless blight.