Ripped to the bone.

Fully exposed for viewing.

My heart is shed

And spread for all those to see.

You are victorious.

You, who hold the pounding,

Living beat in your hands.

You who stand so tall and upright.

Do you even see or are you oblivious?

My body lies before you

Torn of flesh, free of blood.

Only you can breathe the life

My victor, my hero.

One ounce of your kindness and love

Will heal my wounds:

If you care to look down.

If you only see,

Your hands already grasp my heart.

All of me is at your feet.

Know you may take what is rightfully yours, Victor.

This is the battlefield.