Young Gods Always Go Mad.

Young Gods Always Go Mad.
I need to relax.
This is only a start.
I'm in the deadzone
Man.
But I'll enter the bulge
In time,
Again.
I'm excited.
I'll work worth my salt.
Bleed black beautiful thick blood.
Go back to my binge,
& control it in the eyes of man.
But that's my secret.
For now I have to
Make moves.
& chose
Who I let corrupt me
& pleasure me.

O'Mary full of grace
Guide my heart
But stay
Far
Over yonder
From my soul
&
Mind.
Those belong to me.