Kalma

Dripping from your mouth come the screams of pain.
Anguish built up from all those years of a blistering hell.

That rumbling thunder;
the laugh of a cruel Goddess who will not save you.

You call out her name. You're begging for freedom.

The hot winds of desire carry your pain but all she does is laugh.
She's laughing at your struggle.

You're in need of freedom.
Enlightenment.

Yet death and decay watches from the shadows.

Her laugh of thunder once again shaking the earth beneath your filthy feet.

She will not save you.

You're on your own.

Internal conflict burns every inch of your body.
The choices you have made; they flood your being.

Have you felt the darkness calling?
Felt it slither into your every dream?
Every desire?

You're filth. You are useless.
You are weak.