I Chose Madness

I chose madness and it chose me,
both of us torn apart, asea.
Distorting, twisting, curling,
wrapping, flying, whirling.
Taking me always to great pains,
there is no way to pull the reins.
Jousting, loathing, teasing,
searching, finding, squeezing.
Wrapped in many layered lies,
my true being hides and cries.
Wanting, knowing, hating,
yelling, wishing, waiting.
Praying for death to be my friend,
granting me my cherished end.