A debt owed

With a horror in my eye’s I cry into my mothers bosom what is I owe you so that I may be free what decree of my life should I give to you so that I may have my own and what part of my soul should I let you come into so that I may breath my first breathe with hearing the echo’s of your words you owe me, I gave you everything, I gave you life, what you owe me is you, an with tears running down my cheek then is my blood you request, my heart until the duration of time, these steps I take are your footsteps of this world,

What you ask is no life of mine, my freedom you have written before I was born, my destiny came within a sperm, and my hollow self is for me to see nothing of the man that will not be, so what part of my life do I owe you mother dear, redness blocked my vision, with the scream’s of my voice, nothing my son but you.