Pixels bleeding through the screen,
Nothing is quite what it seems.
Double tap on the heartbreak, digital earthquake,
Zoe’s got a Watermelon Sugar high for Pete's sake.
Styles in the picture, Harry’s got the ring now,
Channing’s in the kitchen let the cryptic captions sing now.
Black and white filters, moody silhouettes,
Posting like a poet who ain't finished with his sets.
Oh, he’s posting in the dark,
Trying to find a spark in a ghost town,
Shadows on the wall,
Watching all the Golden icons go down.
Cryptic, cryptic, yeah he’s keeping it vague,
Like a mystery novel on a trending page.
No names mentioned.
Just high tension.
Delete the draft.
Don't let 'em laugh.
Refresh the feed.
Is it art or is it a bleed?
Story expires in twenty-four hours.
Just like us.
