In My Wake, For My Own

I am a slave to serve my seed, and balance its sick needs
Nothing but pain
If it is tipped either way but straight down the middle of its cold heart
I am a slave with no will or purpose
It keeps me all night head deep in endless talk
I do not identify with the secret and prudent whisperers who seek to lie, to hide their ignored sins
Instead I let myself be haunted by cruel deisions our youth lead us
Still let the guilt of used up girls punish my nights and guide my days
Under my roof is my challenge
I am a slave, and right now women are stepping out of little girls of mine
A motion in play for a decade so clsoe it went unseen
Make my way for them in fear
In my wake, for my own