Dwelling Place

My dwelling place is underground so that's where you can find me. Inevitably, I must resurface now and then to know what's real outside -- no contact with the “up-aboves.” The sunlight is blinding to my eyes as my dwelling place is underground. Evil things that creep and slither surrounded by a bed of roots invade my space, my home. Once satisfied with normal life I quickly grew to hate it – Injustice left me with no hope. My dwelling place is underground – home is now where I choose to make it. My dwelling place is underground and I'd be mistaken now for something monstrous, troll-like, who is dead or close to it, pale and aged beyond my years.