Dead inside

By Бонапартист Нуартьє

Written 2019-07-11

Round up

A crowd full of loyal fans

And let me in out of turn 

So I could see handsomness

But nothing's in the soul to bare

The glimpses of light only shine

For those who will swallow and care. 

Fit in 

A set of social networks 

With them, occupy your time. 

Cincerely laugh at the jokes. 

It seems just like you've got no heart

It seems just like your heart has died

And now it is not worth a dime. 

You can't

Afford me more than an inch 

Whilst I gave infinity

Because you need whole control

And I was the one who would bleach

The leftover of dignity 

Into nothing, but you would scroll. 

Forget, 

I let it into my life 

I'm able to analyse. 

I'll capture and hypnotise. 

You've taught me to ignore at all

And not to spare but rudely scorch

And I've got nothing more to hide

On the outside get no reproach

But just like you I'm dead inside.