I am…empty

So here I am…
This is what heaven must be like
Or is it hell?
Everything I am, layed out for you to see…
The blood in my veins, swimming on the table
I cut open my chest, layed aside flesh and bone…
And what do we find, within the walls of my chest cavity?
No perfect red heart, rosy and full…
Nothing stitched, nothing battered..
Nothing not at all