[Objective]

His isolated mind portray a wide array of codes,
"Hello world" and tumblr notes the same way IG fumble nodes.
Under-appreciated likes, lives ain't aging right, you might say he's fine,
David's staging kindness, yet hating blind on games that play with time.
Savior lines, mental health chat bots trend it,
Ask what algorithms of friendships end with.
He release some of his Steam on Nintendo,
yet needs VRChat to talk with his friend though.
Connect motion sensors to his body for human touch,
stopped caring about the other side cus it's used too much.
and it's better than nothing, this hell confused something,
as physical contact turned meta for self-induced rotting.

This means
David is facing the beast of infinite knowledge,
internet storage invited his brain for an intimate slow death.
That's what you get when you eat with the mistress of No Chance,
plants the seed of distress while coping with new types of romance.
Tech split the seas of reality, walk till it closes,
silly app-roaches lead noses that click with insanity's Moses.
Sniff out the victims of addiction to distanced closeness,
Robotic fanfics and its pixelated restrictions to roses.
Corrected features, phone screens is his night lights glow,
and only connects with people as far as his wi-fi go...