Caught in a strangle

Caught in a strangle entangled once again like I'm its only freind, confusion has clouded up my view now a days its nothing new, another night with no sleep in sight aching to see the light, laying back as another track fades away and a new one begins to play, meditating on the various incisions that refuse to go into remission about to lay them out with precision, plenty of ink about to overflow the sink too much to think about already spotted my way out, no traces of doubt when im in the process of a new verse seems to be the only remedy to the curse that I carry around bound to me with a lock an key I'm out searching for the happiness that will one day set me free, looking around to see no traces of your existence maybe because you were met with too much resistance that you hid away no use in trying to pray you say, you left an aching burn that won't be relieved until your return how was it that in the younger day's I could spot you on most faces in the most obvious places was it because we walked the same paces well we've now hit the intersection an I'm not to prideful to admit that I don't know if I'm headed in the right direction falling ill to the infection that life seems to inflict no longer worthy denying that I've been bit it was bound to happen it was just a matter of time luckily I found the cure in my rhymes keeps me somewhat optimistic enough to still laugh at lifes sadistic jokes no longer does it have me in a choke for now I've slipped away, but I know its bound to catch me another day I can finally breathe another rhyme that has relieved the burden for now about to plow in to a place where only a few have been, filled with sin and despairity a place that has taken very good care of me the dark an silent abyss where deep meditation is the only bliss around these parts pretty fucked up people roam don't mean to confuse you just a figure of speech referring to my home, a distinguished individual extinguishing any fake residuals don't associate myself with too many individuals only a few I reside with complicated an intricate like Picasso's design a bit ghetto, but with time we will be refined then again we couldnt care any less permanent stains in the mess can't be erased speaking nonsense cuz I'm in a daze shining brighter than the suns rays kickin knowledge that cant be misplaced