your stranger’s eyes keep seeing deep, the burdens of my soul, of buried things untold, my shackled echo cries, my words to be defined, to entertain the voyeur of your being,
be damned the Instagram’s like a brick around my neck, and the tic toc's to my death, i bequeath my all that’s left, but still my burning light is mine you’re chasing,
it's algorithm eyes lure like a fire light that flickers, now ensnared by words i whisper, my flame ignites the binging of your hunger,
these matrimony words explode the twitters of my life, from feeds arresting time, and reels stuck in my mind, will the price for social fame be worth tomorrow?