Metronome Midnight

I can’t sleep Thorny thoughts teeming Feral fangs of conscience Rabid with impatience Questioning my answers Because I have none I can hear it prey On my amniotic sanity Salivating the palatable silence Metronome midnight Pounding my constricting chest With an unmerciful thirst To feast I feel Ravaged and discarded Like a mangled core of Eden Speckled with blindness Desecrated with fate Opaque prophecies Of disheveled doom And earth I lie in sweat Cold, bereft Concrete voices grinding The aniseeds of distress Blanketing me with torment Devouring any hope Of putting my mind to rest