Shards of my soul

Mince me; million shards of my soul
what's in a fight? let the massacre start
You'd still be there; in every coal of my soul

Actions hollow that blast a hole
Through the happy, throbbing embers of the heart
Mince me; million shards of my soul

Saw the forest for the trees; the beauty over many a mole
Cruel fate wrought by costumed wart
You'd still be there; in every coal of my soul

Stranger to hurt; innocent streaked the foal;
Cut down to pieces by honey poisoned dart
Mince me; million shards of my soul

Say life is a stage, and you play a role
Unbridled trammels deeds on thoughts; So I do own the loser's part
You'd still be there; in every coal of my soul

The kill has flown; Still in chase. Really,is there a goal?
Prose turns verse. Futile and fatal, sweet dreams are thought
Mince me; million shards of my soul

Dylan would spin in his sleep; And even may wake up with a start
Desires sheathed, dodging stigma; Mute words warbled as a resort
Mince me; million shards of my soul
You'd still be there; in every coal of my soul