Trolls

Reaching from the dark manipulation through a screen

Always feeling safe when your victims are unseen

Galling provocation praying on the meek

Searching for your prey as you swim amongst the weak

She's gotta six gauge gun loaded under the bed

And a Faraday cage hanging over her head

So, she's alright, your words can't get her now

Two weeks on and now your anger must be fed

Scrolling through decay to taunt the families of the dead

What kind of man are you to feed on others pain