My Mother is dead
She died long years before me
Her essence vanished
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 machine
In the end it's just coordinated clockwork
With no cognition beyond the cogs nature
A nature made of metal and cold deduction

Same cold deduction with reason and lack of it
What reasons could there be
To leave her breathing and breeding
After the mythosis of self and loss of integrity
Creating a singular event of time/space distortion
At which point the paradox is created
Created 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

My Mother is dead
Possessed by insanity
She is now just an anomaly
And so am I
I am just a motherless abomination