My saving grace

[ernestgoodwell]

To my burning churning throbbing mind,
You sickening, black tar'd beast.
You occupy me constantly,
You tainted weighty thing.
My darling manic bastion.
Without you I am no-one.

To my dumb ignorant sense of pride,
you thick and unwavering idiot.
You are my golden armour,
broken and battered.
Shine on.
Without you I suffer.

To my deathly hateful gaze,
you cynical miserable eye.
You are my purifier,
my unforgiving guard.
Stay the walls.
Without you I am a sheep.

At last to you my burning passion,
she ignite's my phoenix heart.
She is my light,
my muse.
Keep the peace my saving grace.
Without you I'm forsaken