My Saving Grace

It is my saving grace
It makes nothing happen
But we are all too fucked to care
our eyes are glazed in city lights
falling onto us in tarnished rainbows.
Seeking recognition when all I need
is coffee and music to raise the
floor and set my spirit free, the
realisation that I am strength
I am power, I am life,
I am passion - see -
I talk about sex I've not had, fags I've never smoked
and guys I haven't met
so I can expose my flaws to the
world
Failing to revise because my pen is about to
die and all
I care about are the notes in my hands
and aural pleasure and the feeling of my teeth on my lips
I want everything so bad I can taste it
and the blood in my veins is mixed
with tungsten steel's victory and it
is my fucking saving grace.