I am witness, albeit silent, to a terrible thing,
It has possessed by mind like a viral trending topic,
That despicable death posted for the world to see.
That I keep re-tweeting and liking; but yet to share!
Even in the vile machinations of my wicked soul,
Chronicled by a timeline with no privacy settings,
Complete with a damning profile that is locked for editing,
I would never have allowed something so sinister to run in the background.
In search of a link home,
My will is as worn as the keys of my keyboard,
I have tried but I just can’t cut it.
No matter how hard I try to save my previous appearance.