Writhe is an original work, inspired by Andrzej Żuławski’s 1981 film, Possession.
Listen to Writhe by Richard Charles Stevens (Drums of Freedom Suite)
Listen to Drums of Freedom by Break The Limits
writhe again
ride again
(repeat)
I feel it writhe
Beneath the sheets
Know well of the 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
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 malfeasence discontinue
Herein to congeal the tissue
Gripping blackened lung
Scale the rungs
To height of bane
Introduce the light again
All terrain
To cauterise
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
writhe again
ride again
(repeat)
I feel it writhe
Beneath the sheets
Know well of the 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
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 malfeasence discontinue
Herein to congeal the tissue
Gripping blackened lung
Scale the rungs
To height of bane
Introduce the light again
All terrain
To cauterise
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
writhe again
ride again
(repeat)
Richard Charles Stevens
Keeper of The Crimson Quill
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