Trauma isn't just a feeling nor a faze that fizzles behind thee excuse of an 'experience'

It's thee opaquely woven layers of our lower nature which eclipses that innocent light...

One that shines through the hearts of few who possess it

When Kleatis was touched by the hands of a fey called: Stygian...

That set the tone for the destructive path he'd face from that tragic fate

So in attempt to remedy his fractures, he withdrew in the land of abominable disasters

Folks mocked, chuckled, and streamed his pains

But what they forgot was...

—To say his name!

Kleatis carried on in shame; never uttering the words of his horrid days

Unsure of the perpetual darkness that consumed his mind and rottened his vines...

Undoubtedly it was THE REDEEMER who cast it out so that he could trample the thoughts of suicides

Now severed from Legion, still he weeps

Not because he's alone...

But because he's a testament to the ones who won't hearken to his song:

'I'VE BEEN SET FREE!

I'VE BEEN SET FREE!

NO CHAINS CAN RUN ME!

OH LORD ALMIGHTY, WHY CAN'T THEY SEE?!

I'VE BEEN SET FREE!

I'VE BEEN SET FREE!

THE FETTERS COULDN'T HOLD ME DOWN! '


© Ta'Hill Scribble