Demons Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

They seek the suffering of others, as if it amuses them; wishing the worst to engulf them rather than the best: waiting for their mourning to see pain in their face.

They looked for grief to discomfort them they do challenge them, peering to see any harming factor: watching like a hawk to view any stress in their life.

Each day, hoping to obtain their low of another, actions they do making them seem superior to this other: wishing them no break that might advance their condition.

Their actions illustrate the own lack they feel about themselves, carrying this torch, which shows a lesser light that is for: performing demonic acts upon others' lives.

They hold no value in being family, having this darkened heart, refusing to connect with others, tormenting those they feel lesser trying to ruin their life.