The Creature We Made

I turned away. I ran and hid.

I wanted glory, not the cost,
And in my triumph, all was lost.

I woke beneath a stranger's sky,
With no one there to tell me why.
I reached for warmth, I reached for hands,
But found no place where I could stand.

I learned their words, I watched them smile,
And dreamed of being loved awhile.

Who made the monster? Who made the sin?
Who turned the light to darkness within?
A heart was born, but love was denied,
A soul was abandoned, left outside.

You gave me life, then cursed my name,
And now we both are bound by shame.

I watched a family, warm and kind,
And hoped that they might change my life.
But when they saw the face I wore,
Their fear became another door.

I asked for someone like myself,
A little hope, a little help.

I saw the ruin I had made,
The innocent beneath the blade.
I chased him through the frozen land,
Still blind to what I could not understand.

My greatest work, my deepest crime,
A shadow following through time.

Who made the monster? Who made the sin?
Who turned the light to darkness within?
A heart was born, but love was denied,
A soul was abandoned, left outside.

You gave me life, then cursed my name,
And now we both are bound by shame.

I was not born with hatred's flame,
I only learned to bear the blame.
If I was made to be alone,
Why give me a heart that longs for home?

Who made the monster? Who made the sin?
Look at the world that shaped what lives within.
One sought the heavens, one begged to belong,
Both lost their way, both carried on.

The storm has passed, the silence stays,
Two broken lives, two endless graves.
And somewhere in the falling snow,
A question only we can know.