Monster versus memory

Happiness is something that should be,
left unexamined.
Let to run it's course in full,
wild like the animals.

If studied to closely, given to much thought,
it is questioned.
Sourced and cataloged, given a reason,
left as merely an excuse.

It is this lesson which brings forth,
raw uncertainty.
Picking and pokeing my way through it,
I'm left wounded.

Good people make monsters,
happy fatality.
For the kindness the debts are returned,
good intentions.

A picture laying tender in the wallet,
a memory from home.
A child honored in one mans mind,
burned by the creature.

For the right reasons they'd kill,
innocence devoured.
Sworn to loyalty to the good man and lady,
love of the heart.

Monsters smile up to the gray of the ceiling,
job well done.
The memory uncreased from the folded wallet,
memorys victim of the good.