Sand Heart

I hold in my hand,
Just a mound of sand,
It was my heart,
Now just surrealistic art,
It turned black and died,
Never once cried,
If you could see,
I crawl and plea,
But no more,
It is time to settle the score,
So I lay out my blade,
I really only seeked your praise,
Though that was too much,
And now it comes to such,
So I come to take your heart,
Frame it as my own art,
You never used it,
All it did was sit,
This is the last bit,
I am finished with your shit,
Tonight you die,
Before you can let out a cry.