Writhe (Self Control Suite)

Writhe is an original work, inspired by Andrzej Żuławski’s 1981 film, Possession.

Listen to Writhe by Richard Charles Stevens (Self Control Suite)

Listen to Self Control by Laura Branigan

I feel it writhe
Beneath the sheets
I feel it writhe
Beneath the sheets
.
I feel it writhe
Beneath the sheets
Know well the kind
Of heat it seeks
Serpentine
It slinks
It coils
Purging ink
To reap its spoils
.
Squirming
Surging
Lurching
Scourging
Urging forth
All force converging
Merging with the flesh
Meshed to attest
Each undressed breath
Insurgent
Verging on insane
The pain is less inflamed
When entertained
Untamed is the beast
Which creeps with fleet
Through labyrinthine veins
Locked within unblinking gaze
Powerless to shrink away
Know not what to think or say
And ignorance is bliss
.
Writhe again
Ride again
Writhe again
Ride again
Writhe again
Ride again
Writhe again
Ride again
.
Another night
Another day goes by
I never stop myself to wonder why
You help me to forget to play my role
You take my self
You take my self control
.
I
I live among the creatures of the night
I haven’t got the will to try and fight
Against a new tomorrow
So I guess I’ll just believe it
That tomorrow never comes
.
Locked within unblinking gaze
Powerless to shrink away
Know not what to think or say
And ignorance is bliss
Even in this shrinking space
I feel relieved to drink the taste
Sourness of its sweet embrace
The flowers in its kiss
.
My pale lips purse
To lift the curse
And peek beneath its veil
Inhale the stale air
Thus declare allegiance to prevail
Bleed it into every sinew
Feel malfeasance discontinue
Herein to congeal the tissue
Gripping blackened lung
.
I scale the rungs
To height of bane
Introduce the light again
All terrain
To cauterize
While saucer eyes
Delight again
Blighted air exhale
As I breathe frailty back to life again
Then wait until the dead of night
To writhe again
Wait until the dead of night
To writhe again
Wait until the dead of night
To writhe again
.
A safe night
I’m living in the forest of my dream
I know the night is not as it would seem
I must believe in something
So I’ll make myself believe it
This night will never go
.
Writhe again
Ride again
Writhe again
Ride again
Writhe again
Ride again
Writhe again
Ride again
.
Locked within unblinking gaze
Powerless to shrink away
Know not what to think or say
And ignorance is bliss
Ignorance is bliss
Ignorance is bliss
Ignorance is bliss
Ignorance is bliss
.