Here are some really short poems about Billy and the people around him. Read and enjoy!
Go to The wolf
Prayer
Graveyard
Dying
Freedom
Flying bullet
Fly away
Fallen angel
Followers
Time
Fate
The wolf

The wolf is crying
in the night.
Lonely just like me.
See the moon
above the prairie.
Hear the silence
of the night.
Peace at last
for my tormented soul.
Prayer

If there is a God,
please hear me now.
Listen to my prayer
I send to you tonight.
Forgive my sins
and give me more time.
Save me from the bullets
aimed at me.
Graveyard

Walking in a graveyard,
looking at the tombstones.
I hear voices from the past
calling out to me.
Asking me to join them
in the land of the dead.
But I'm not ready yet,
so I turn around and walk away.
Dying

I'm about to die,
I know that now.
I regret what I did
a long time ago.
It still haunts my dreams
every single night.
Hope Billy will forgive me
when we meet in Heaven or Hell.
Freedom

You kept chasing a dream
until the very end.
The dream of freedom
burned in your heart.
Now you are free
for the rest of your
eternal life.
Flying bullet

Like a bullet flies
through the air,
my life slips
through my fingers.
Will I die tomorrow
or live a hundred years?
I will not know
until it's too late.
Fly away

I'll find a way to fly,
leave the pain on the ground.
Away from fear,
reach for the stars.
Say goodbye to this world
and forever be free.
Fallen angel

A fallen angel sits outside
the gates to Paradise.
No one to turn to,
nowhere to go.
A lonely life
is all that's left.
Tears start to fall,
the heart is mourning.
He flies away
into the dark night.
Followers

An angel walks on my right,
the devil on my left side.
Death is walking behind me.
They always follow me,
never leaving me alone.
One day Death will have my life
and the angel and the devil will begin
the eternal fight for my soul.
But I'm sure what the outcome will be.
Time

Every second that ends
brings us closer to our death.
Like a rope,
dragging us toward destruction.
We keep resisting,
but it can only end one way.
Fate

Fate came knocking on you door.
If you had listened harder,
you could have heard the footsteps.
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