Mother is dead
Died long years before mine conception
Her essence vanquished, vanished, vaporized
Deceivingly having motion, mimicking emotion
Body functions still operational and running
But so it happens with the machines
Initial sparks and endless wheels
Also imitate the soul in the marionette
Coordinated clockwork
No cognition beyond the cogs nature
A nature made of metal and cold deduction
With reason and lack of it
What reasons could there be
To leave her capable of harboring life
After the mythosis of self and atomized reality
Creating a singular event of time/space distortion
In which the inconceivable was conceived
Creating an offspring from rusty dendrites
Fed by irradiated milk and insanity poisoning
To fully develop into a demonhunter
Chasing the demons she created
Or the demons who created her
Demons of the mind
She told me a lot about her demons
So I created my own
Mother is dead
Possessed by insanity
She is now just an anomaly
And so am I
Motherless abomination
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