Corners

Standing on the edge of such misery, dignity;
reprimanding the ledge, "You're sorry, you're measly."
Secrets being shared along with serenades so eerie;
beneath its wrong heart, it fades so creepily;
within its song, art, thou art me freebie;
riding its guilty cart, you are mine so easily.

Corrode in my part, which is you and your part;
or low and get low, or face blood from my dart.
Rise only in my name, and fall only in yours;
nearer to my own fame, you fall on all fours.
Eradicate the fools who stand in my way;
right now you will serve me my day, today;
sight broken when you've done my job, you may.

Creep up onto me when I'm done, you say;
or weep you shall not when I'm down one day.
Realize that I conquered your soul on that day;
nowhere near a goner, you've a whole day.
Everyone who hears this will be proud of me;
resonate with my pride, and you'll be shrouded by me.

Now may I speak, young sir who breeds dark?
Your words and squeaks, they're like a breed's bark.
Listen to me, your spirit's too stark;
just chill out like me, you blasphemous mark.