We are gods of the modern days
Speaking the truth
Solicited in social media
Waving the righteous hand
At the edge of our pedestal
We show the world our box
A colorful enigma
of dreams and possession
of a sculpted perfect life
But in the shadows
We bleed, we scream
Then we slowly break
And we snap our neck
In a snap of a shutter
No quotes or prayers
Can save our souls
In our final story…