Tim, for you my heart, ripped from my chest.
Eviscerated I am,
and if I could,
I would plunge my fingers,
through my chest,
and rip out my heart,
and give it to you.

A pulpy mass of morbid diathesis

In addition to my heart,
there are small organs I want to give you,
glands.
sweetbreads.
variety meats.