All the sky in humanities palm,
the ever expansive heavens.

Yet we choose to stay,
chained to the dirt.

It's      always easi
                                er        to
break  a nd                    
                  d       e             st roy
th a n    to            FIX
                     what's broken

awake in midnights gaze,
wondering, pondering my own mortality
"I don't want to be just a number"
one of billions before me,
a statistic, a cause, a lesson.

Remember me not for my works-
my craft, my skill,
remember me for myself
not for my name cast on stone,
relish my soul, consume my being.

I don't want to be just a number.

the machine, clank and clutter
create your symphony my beautiful-
bless them with your cry
magnificent screams

the beast of cogs
an amalgamation of works
screech a painful melody
harmony in my sacrifice