Torn Blood.

Ours was a relation bound by the umbilical cord, one that was supposed to be extremely divine and beyond reach of any peril that could possible set us apart and against one another. Yes, supposed to be, until of course one of us had decided to become the demon themselves. I had been for so long been kept in captivity of your words that made me digest the lies in place of the truth, lies of you having sacrificed everything you had to bring me up and lies of you loving me more than any soul that could ever set their feet on this ground. I regret not having been able to read your hidden conquests. I regret not being able to oppose strongly and raise my voice against the ingenuine deeds that you would embark on. But, nevertheless, I'm thankful to all the superior powers for showing me the reality of the person I had incomparably loved.

Donning the tag of a mother just isn't enough for the relationship to sustain, I learnt. There was much more than that. It is not just pushing your child out of your tract, bearing a pain that is almost unendurable, but it is staying true to all the pledges that a mother is supposed to take when she first lays her eyes on her child. It is about spreading your armor around your child when he is vulnerable to danger.
I realized this when you had finally removed that mask off your face, mother.

Your mask had covered the demon that you hid, a demon that cared about nothing but how she could accomplish more and succeed in her materialistic conquests. You had forever been one, and my eyes would never believe even the slightest traces of peril that would shoot out of your gestures. My blind love towards you, mother, was the biggest mistake of all. I have learnt that you are not worthy of being called a mother. And that is a lesson I choose not to correct further.

The torturous path that you had planned out for me, without my knowledge, had indeed turned out to be not in favor of you, but of me. My soul and body is stronger than ever, resisting any powers that could lure me into dangers such as you. My heart does not ache anymore on reminding myself of the loss that I had to suffer, the loss of the human that I had once thought to be my mother. If there is one common thread that exists between us, then it is only the blood and nothing more. What sympathy I might have felt towards you when you made minor mistakes, in no way hurting me and tearing me apart, is no longer residing in my eyes. What I choose to give you now is pure apathy and ignorance for that is all you deserve.

I lost my mother and in her place got a demon who thought could trace my path for me. My eyes have opened up to that brutal truth and on that sight, for the first time ever, my heart and brain are in sync in deciding what to to do next. When you've come back loathing about the misdeeds you've done, but with further plans packed in your mind, I'd give you those two gifts I had so tenderly kept in my palms for you- apathy and hatred, probably masked by smiles and humanly gestures that my humanitarian values have urged me to produce.

We may be together, but my mind strongly repels yours. And so does my soul. Your very existence deserves to be torn down, but I let cruelty take the back seat.

It was probably time for the mind to play games. For the mind to lure you towards a path that will tear you to bits- that will make you wish you hadn't done so much evil, that you hadn't chosen the cloak of the demon. The path will mentally have you crushed and only then will my battle truly find triumph.