Poem: The Voyeurs
They lay in wait, observe and contemplate. Troll for their victim, their mark in which to take.
Derived joy from harm and pain is how they spend their days, a protracted endeavor, ever here to stay.
People gladly come aboard to act in concert , carrying out this fraud with insidious nonsense. How do they reconcile such heinous activity? Acting upon another without the thought of negativity.
Depravity comes in many forms, with humans easily adopting this norm. Enjoyment and pleasure fed off of conspicuous undertakings, salacious drippings that shed from their very beings.
Destruction is the desired goal, accomplishing it through total control. Eventually the target will have to succumb, to a life that is empty and forever numb.