Driven Mad

The swirls of emotion entrap me at every turn,
no longer does it seem that I am able to hide my spurn.
The torrents of hatred, the eddies of sorrow,
Each a wave in an undying sea that yields no tomorrow.
I am no longer in control of my mind,
For in madness there is no master to find.
Oceans of colors and thoughts,
nothing but swirls and blots.
No rift is clearly felt,
for together they do meld.
Driven into frothing rage, decay and disease,
in letting it take control, I find strange peace.
No longer must I fight for my own thoughts to contain.
instead I have fallen ill from this new strain.
unable to cope, no longer able to feel,
I'm as unmoving as steel.
Yet my body never ceases to move,
how this occurs I cannot prove.
No longer am I my own master,
and surely rage will lead to disaster.
But I hope to find great peace,
when my heart and rage do cease.