awoken just to die

I drove myself mad not long ago—
Chasing rabbits so abundant they became a plague.  
A wave of my own terrible wonderland swallowed me whole,
Now the taunting approach of complacency seeps in with age.  
 
I talk to myself in spurts;
I've forgotten my reason and rhyme.
There's a hum in my soul somewhere down deep
That aches for healing, but survival mode leaves no time.
 
There's a dead zone in my heart
And a darkness cloaking my soul.  
I'm pushing onward with the delirious  
Amble of a famished madman down a busy road.  
 
I see angels and signs all around,
But my heart walks outside my chest.
Me, I am alone in myself  
With no where left to run, no healing to give me rest.