Strangled

It's in my head, sometimes  all around.
Floating  in and out of  haziness
Obscure melancholic sounds
Screaming through the craziness
Heady whispers climbing octaves
Not intended but I found
An anchor lifting me from the ground
Filling the head the thick blood
Leaving  heart an empty stone
Sweeping in, sweeping out
An affinity maybe with love
Not breathing and I drown
Flying too high above
Inside a cave I crouch
Doing this and that, maybe not
Doing something for what life's worth
Won or lost, burnt in  fire
Empty wordless desire
Leaving a maze of dreams
Waking up from the haze
Of soulless tearing howls

Settling down I breath, a heaving frightful gasp
Help me out, Out of my head