Hunched, gorging on the pain of others Innocents, betrayed by acts so like your own For what? Some twisted pleasure? Denial? Or simply masquerade? Foul incubus, disguised by pilfered light An electronic reinvention of your tale Wallowing, greedily perusing torment caused by proxies Judas! Betrayer of the Light! You'll be unmasked And truth laid bare for all to see
Trolls. Many kinds. Why do they do it? An age old problem. Nothing new. This focusesΒ Β on a certain kind of troll. The fake friend. The abuser who pretends to counsel the abused, the thief who pretends to be a benefactor. You know the sort.