When You Need A Monster

You may tell your children, That monsters are not real,

To ignore the noises in the dark, And Dismiss the fear they feel

You may tell that too your young, But if you believe it youre a fool,

For there are far worse things, Than any goblin, ghost or ghoul

There is a creature so wretched, It devours its own kind,

Driven by a hunger it cannot fill, That warps its twisted mind

Its not enough for it to kill you, It must violate your soul,

It must dig its way through your heart, To fill its endless hole

It will tear apart your hopes and dreams, And haunt you late at night,

It will feast upon your inner doubt, And rape your will to fight

Oh what is this demon, To ask you may dare,

And shocked you may be to see it, When in the mirror you stare

Yes man is a monster, And believe me I should know,

For I have become one too, Driven to devour I do go

No I dont live in closets, I dont hide under beds,

But none the less I live to kill, And dream of broken heads

I rejoice in causing fear, And in watching bodies drain,

To get revenge for what I am, To ease my growing pain

I cannot escape the longing, I cannot escape the hate,

So Ill rip souls from their bodies, And send them through hells gate

Now before you condemn me, You may just have a care,

You may just need this monster, To protect whats good and fair

Yes I am a monster, Yes this much is true,

But before you cast upon me your scorn, I bid you hear me through

Yes I am a monster, Yes I tear lives apart,

But my prey are not the innocent, But those of wicked heart

Because my heart is darkened by death, And I cant find the happy person I used to be,

Ill rip and tear at the darkness inside, And make it pay for what it did to me

So the fair dont have to become what I am, So the young dont have to know what I know,

I embrace this hungry vengeance in my heart, And forth in righteous retribution go

You may reject with fear what I am, You may label me a fallen demented freak,

But I feast upon those, Who prey on the helpless and the weak

Weather you condemn me or not, You should know that your lovely world of white,

Would be consumed by the predators, I with eager hunger smite

You may hide behind your timid ethics, And say that killings wrong,

But your fear will not save you, When to ravage come the hungry beasts along

You may quote that all who live by the sword, Also shall by it die,

But for that cause I was born, That righteous sword is I

I am the pestilence that walketh in darkness, I am the destruction that wasteth at noonday,

I am the Lords just and mighty hand, Bred to whip the wretched filth away

Afraid you may be when you see my teeth, And the hunger in my eyes may cause you to recoil,

But rest assured I hunt only the evil that stalks you, Vicarious is the hunger to feed I toil

So lay your head down in peace, You have no reason to fret or fear,

When you need a monster to protect you, Just call me, Ill be here

This poem was written by a friend of mine, Shane Woods. Shane was in the army, it was what he lived for. He offered to risk his life for his country, unfortunately, his life was risked. May he rest in peace.