I am deserted. Trapped. Alone.
Forever to be shunned into the darkness as if I were the monster, yet I am only human.
Are they even human? Are they living?
They breathe, walk, and blood flows through their veins. But they don't live.
They survive.
Abandoned once more.
I no longer care.
I don't want to be among those creatures.
I'd rather live in silence.
In solitude.
In the deep. pitch black womb of the spiders den, is where I call home.
Stuck. Unable to move.
I like it here.
Don't I?