The Alternate View of the BLackest Light

Spread so thin how do I begin.
To heal my confessional symptoms within.
Brought to attention my immoral conscience.
Of deliberate deception and thoughts of aggression.
Tempted by poisons that weep from the tree.
I reach for the fruit, for the weakest of plea.
Taking advantage and falling away.
From the eyes of the holy, I fall and betray.
I know I am wrong but my will is so weak.
It's like shattering pieces of broken belief.
I dwell in the shadows so far from myself.
This is the reason I cry for your help.
I know that my heart knows what's true and what's right.
It holds us to this balance in absence of light.
The process of thinking is clear in the sense.
That decisions are made with regard to defense.
Still concepts of cruelty are all I can see.
When the blanket of sin is consuming me.
Addict of chaotic indecent exposure.
Of passive aggressive adolescent disclosure.
Shredding the fabric to distant the blame.
Is what I must do to comfort the shame.
My battle unfortunate, the alternate view.
Of the blackest of light from a heart that is true.

My b/f wrote this while he was overseas, you guys let me know what you think.