The Great Worm

Feed
 Feed on fear
 Self loathing sentiment that swallows
 Everything you hold dear
 Forget the notion
 Of attention
 That made you whore your whole sense of self
 To be judged by your peers
 In your feed
 Drink in the timeline
 Distorting everything through filtered glimpses
 Into your life
 But you're a glutton
 For the attention
 Self-worth is mundane clicks that feed you your
 Manufactured pride
 Chew, swallow, engorge yourself
 (The tide is rising)
 Chug, swallow the social wealth
 (The time is near)
 Chew, swallow, maim yourself
 (Their bellies are almost full)
 Chew, vomit, kill yourself
 (No longer welcome here)
 The tide is rising
 The time is near
 Their bellies are almost full
 No longer welcome here
 So keep feeding
 Doomscroll through life
 Keep drinking
 Until you burst
 Keep eating
 Eat up the recognition
 Keep drinking
 Insatiable thirst
 And now I feed