Billy
There was once a kid named Billy
Without worries, he ran across hills freely
Playing under the sun and naming clouds
Had a life that’s drama free without a doubt
Billy’s a naturally happy boy
Getting cuts and scrapes and meddling with his toy
Billy enjoys running and feeling the mud in between his toes
But what secrets Billy hides under this façade, no one knows
When the sun descends and the hills turn to gray
Billy would release his secrets he kept from the day
The shadows that lurk from within this being
Seem to have a hold over him and Billy is dying
Every night Billy would have to sit and bear the pain
No soul knows of the demons that are driving him insane
Entities creep out from every orifices and crevices
Begging him to do their services
“Fight, fight, fight”, Billy would tell himself
“Away from me and back into thy shell”
The demons that are driving him away from sanity
Are pushing Billy further from his humanity
Come the light of day, Billy’s no longer the same
Demons he kept inside managed to be tamed
The radiant glow on his face have dissipated
No longer the happy child who always anticipated
Billy’s strength to fight no longer withstood the demons
They savaged the little boy at every given moment
Night after night Billy slowly withers away
He grows darker and weaker at every new day
Succumbed to the demons, Billy is dead
Nothing makes sense, nothing but hate
The glories of the little boy who named clouds
Has now been filled with every single doubt
Come the night of a full moon, Billy waits
The demons arise; they open the gates
A flashing light catches Billy’s eyes
Attracted to its beauty, Billy cries
“It feels so cold and smooth on my skin”, Billy exclaimed
“Go on, touch it”, said the demon with no name
Pressed against his flesh, Billy moans
Didn’t think this happiness he would own
The demons celebrated and partied with glee
Their shrieks and laughter made the night all eerie
Billy closes his eyes and feels the euphoria
Envisioning a place where angels would sing “Gloria!”
Come the light of day, the demons retreat
Filled with evil laughter without missing a beat
Billy lies on the soft grass he once used to run on
The jubilant laughter of Billy is now all gone
Lying on the hill, the earth is nourished by Billy’s soul
A sad incident no one could’ve foretold
‘Rest in peace’, his tombstone reads
‘You think I’m happy, but everyone bleeds’
Without worries, he ran across hills freely
Playing under the sun and naming clouds
Had a life that’s drama free without a doubt
Billy’s a naturally happy boy
Getting cuts and scrapes and meddling with his toy
Billy enjoys running and feeling the mud in between his toes
But what secrets Billy hides under this façade, no one knows
When the sun descends and the hills turn to gray
Billy would release his secrets he kept from the day
The shadows that lurk from within this being
Seem to have a hold over him and Billy is dying
Every night Billy would have to sit and bear the pain
No soul knows of the demons that are driving him insane
Entities creep out from every orifices and crevices
Begging him to do their services
“Fight, fight, fight”, Billy would tell himself
“Away from me and back into thy shell”
The demons that are driving him away from sanity
Are pushing Billy further from his humanity
Come the light of day, Billy’s no longer the same
Demons he kept inside managed to be tamed
The radiant glow on his face have dissipated
No longer the happy child who always anticipated
Billy’s strength to fight no longer withstood the demons
They savaged the little boy at every given moment
Night after night Billy slowly withers away
He grows darker and weaker at every new day
Succumbed to the demons, Billy is dead
Nothing makes sense, nothing but hate
The glories of the little boy who named clouds
Has now been filled with every single doubt
Come the night of a full moon, Billy waits
The demons arise; they open the gates
A flashing light catches Billy’s eyes
Attracted to its beauty, Billy cries
“It feels so cold and smooth on my skin”, Billy exclaimed
“Go on, touch it”, said the demon with no name
Pressed against his flesh, Billy moans
Didn’t think this happiness he would own
The demons celebrated and partied with glee
Their shrieks and laughter made the night all eerie
Billy closes his eyes and feels the euphoria
Envisioning a place where angels would sing “Gloria!”
Come the light of day, the demons retreat
Filled with evil laughter without missing a beat
Billy lies on the soft grass he once used to run on
The jubilant laughter of Billy is now all gone
Lying on the hill, the earth is nourished by Billy’s soul
A sad incident no one could’ve foretold
‘Rest in peace’, his tombstone reads
‘You think I’m happy, but everyone bleeds’
