Anankê

shade of blame, piercing sight of you reminiscing of one place thought unseen
to which you take me, lead me by the hand
softly spoken words dissolve as I escape from
images dangling through my whole, my prior self dying
my masked stigma showing my naked soul
as I keep asking... can you? Can you rescue me?

and as I pry open my third eye, I see further and much beyond sight
I see where you take me, unveil my Anankê
I erase fear... but still asking if you can... Oh!, can you rescue me?

dragging down... moving closer now... shifting distances... molding pleasures

blinding comforts as I lay with arms tangled in your embrace
antagonistic recollections contaminate
what is left of purity? where does my cleansiness lie...
to mold, renew and move on, re-shape
(and I keep rising... going farther... keeping perspective... sculpting pains now)

incensed... in rage

(Old Skin.Veil song, early 2000s)