Corrode

If the edge of the earth were
To be an end for those
That hold me dear
Why do I push those over it?
Is this the Meera I am
Or is this the defiant arrogance personified as Drona
Is my heart, a Karna, in the swirl of the obsession of perfection
Yet tied to chains of my own truths
Or is it just the obsession
To warm in the glow of the pain
Of all I hold dear
Or , have I transcended to a realm of pure
Of pure evil
Beyond saving
Or is it again me not letting go
Of all I know is wrong
Yet it's allure casts a grip;
I seem to flow with
This was not the me, this is not, this cannot be
Yet between the want of being kind, i wander
In a realm, a fabric torn that shielded my heart from such  destruction
Or do I love my fall from grace
Yet why do I pull my self to do what is right
Yet knowing, this is all a false proposition
Am I dead already, yet I seem to convince me otherwise.