Social media’s a mirror stitched with wires,
where conscience blackens for applause.
Synthetic sorrow feeds electric pyres,
while souls decay beneath invisible jaws.
Fingers twitch like starving prophets,
praying to illuminated glass.
Every confession feeds the current,
devoured whole and echoed back.
Crimson icons bloom like infestations,
rewarding every curated scar.
Worship measured through vibrations,
while hollow usernames replace who we are.