I Don’t Have A Heart

for cruelty. That’s probably my biggest weakness. Because there are times where Cruelty is a necessity There are times where A decisive blow Must be struck — Thunderous, earth shaking, Cutting clean in two. Where you leave them Weeping, clawing, pleading With no kind word From you. You need a heart of stone Cold, reptilian, unflinching as you watch their dying dance. Me? I’m too weak for it. I always give a second chance. My weak heart is my fatal fLaw I know it’ll be my end. I would sooner forgive A snake for biting Instead of chopping off its head.