My skeleton; My structure,
My body built, from platinum and bone.
An automaton formed to protect,
My own lungs, turned into an engine,
Moving the vapors I turn to life,
The gentle oxygen, taken for granted.

My skeleton; My framework,
My body built, from copper and bone.
An automaton I betrayed, tarnished.
My own skin, turned into artwork,
Painted with apocalypse and scars,
The internal chaos made a showpiece.

My skeleton; My foundation,
My body built, from tungsten and bone.
An automaton I've stripped to scrap.
My own chest, turned into a cage,
A prison for holding silence and memories,
The beautiful violence locked inside.

My skeleton; My everything,
My body built, from will and bone,
And, an automaton I've shattered in fear —
In fear, of everything I saw in the mirror.
But technology is human, determined and strong,
My automaton will repair, upgrade and heal,
And my artwork will become a masterpiece —
A masterpiece that screams,

I am,

Still here.


- C.c