Better

A distant memory,
This thing that tortures me.
A black heart beckoning,
This sinners reckoning.
Everyone else gives while all I do is take,
Is it better to be broken?
Is it better to break?

Drowning in this flood of dreams,
What in heaven? What in hell?
Could this broken life mean?

A sky that's full of grey,
The colors fade away.
There is no right and wrong.
This is where I belong.

A heart of black and white,
My thoughts are dark and light.
I struggle to control,
The beast tries to get free.
A sick analogy,
The beast is truly me.

Can we right our wrongs?
Cover our sins in righteous deeds?
Will you sing my songs?
Can you plant a garden inside weeds?

Wingless now I fall,
On sinful knees I crawl.
A wrong that can't be right,
Salvation falls out of sight.