Madness

It ended in madness,
Whispers scattered,
The strings of reason
Stretched too thin,
As if reality
Were a fragile glass,
Shattered into splinters
Of doubt.

A mosaic
Of fragmented thoughts,
Each piece
Lost its meaning,
The jagged edges
Of confusion
Piercing the fragile
Fabric of sanity.

He became a marionette
Of discord,
His mind a chaos
Of unfinished sentences,
The syntax
Of his thoughts
Unraveled,
A tapestry
Of fragmented whispers.

Madness crept stealthily
Into the crevices,
Seeding doubt
Like a poisonous vine,
Twisting and constricting,
Consuming him whole,
Until he was lost,
Adrift in a turbulent sea
Of delusion.

The world became
A funhouse mirror,
Each reflection
A grotesque caricature,
Distorting reality
Into a hall
Of distorted mirrors,
Reflecting back
His broken self.

Words,
Once vibrant
And meaningful,
Now danced
In a nonsensical ballet,
A cacophony
Of disjointed syllables,
Losing their essence
In the maddening maze.

Clutching at straws
Of reason,
He groped through
The darkness,
Desperate
For an anchor,
But found only
The void of madness.

And as the final threads
Of lucidity unraveled,
He surrendered
To the embrace of insanity,
Finding solace
In the chaos,
The shattered remnants
Of his mind.