My saving grace

[John Galt]

My saving grace
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

Hello EG, I find this muddled, if there is a central theme I cannot discern it. I thought the first verse was about depression.

The second verse did not tie into that though unless I am missing something. I could not fathom out what your "golden armour" was. Is it the "she" in verse 4?.

Why are you "more than a sheep" because of a "hateful gaze", or "cynical eye"? the abstract nature of the verse leaves me wondering what is going on. Is the "she" in verse 4, the "purifier" in this verse.

Verse 4, could use a fresher angle.

Seeya. JG