What are they?

They all laugh
Sharp fanged
And wide smiles
That stretch across the sea
You keep your cruel pleasure
And sick world away from me 
And these self indulging entities
That attack so relentlessly
Claim to want no enemies
Yeah right, I bet
And so do the voices
Trailing off into the distance
That you so ignorantly forget
The mere thought of you 
Breathing the same air as I
Makes me sick
To pollute the air 
With you're arrogance
Is one nasty trick
Standing in groups 
With no spine only thorns,
Covered bodies in black
With devil shaped horns
Screeches like nails
On a chalkboard
Egos higher
Than hawks soar
Their scent for blood
Equals that of a shark
Those same people
Would claim 
That I am dark