Disclaimer: You know the drill. I don't own them.
A/N: Ask yourself, what makes a monster? And is there more than one solution?

The Monsters We Create

o-o-sam-o-o-o-o

A picture's worth a thousand words
And this beaten photo is no exception
It trembles in my palm. I see the words,
Knowing, He dies tonight is no deception.

Monsters I get, humans are beyond crazy.
Especially when this one, vengeance driven
Doesn't understand that what happened
Is because of the circumstances we live in.

The blood on the photo seems to prove
What I see- broken, beaten – is no lie.
Bobby tries, bless him, to make me reason.
I think it's way past time for someone to die.

We become the night, scouring the streets
For someone once human, now hell bound
Because he decided this hostage situation
Would help his only daughter be found.

-o-o-o-dean-o-o-o-o-o-

I hang my head a little lower,
And it's not from dehydration-
Or bruises, or cuts, or humiliation.
But I've come to an awful realization.

It's not even that Sammy isn't here.
But worse, I see now, for everyone
I come across and seem to save
There are more victims every day.

The door opens to my prison.
The door closes in his mind.
He still won't believe me-
And tells me that I just lie.

It's not a lie to say- that his girl
With pink ribbons, died in my arms.
But it is a lie for him to even think
I caused her intentional harm.

She's just another victim
Of a vicious monster made,
And only a beastly creation
Could chose to end it that way.

The only thing you can accuse me of
Is to show up at the wrong time,
When it's to late to save anyone else.
And there goes my peace of mind.

-o-o-o-o-kidnapper-o-o-o-

Am I a monster just because
I wanted to save my family?
Or am I a monster just because
I didn't let my inner demons free?

The real monster is caught here,
I've got him, and his family will know
The pain I felt, when she never came home-
What it is like to lose one of their own.

He looks up at me knowing he'll be dead.
His cracked lips keep spilling broken lies.
I almost lose my strength and convictions
When I look into those bruised green eyes.

o-o-o-o-o-o

The night's quiet atmosphere
Is destroyed by the noise they make
Gunfire blasting seems to be the solution
To the monsters that we create.