At first i saw your devilish eyes
they were what drew me near...

I didn't know billy very well.. but this poem goes...
you often showed us things...

You didn't bat an eyelid,
or seem to have remorse...

As i stand here
under the sky...

I never thought id see you cry,
please wipe those tears from your eyes...

I remember the night
when god was so angry...

Each day passes
with the terror in his eyes...

Your blood makes a pretty pattern
swirled and splattered on the wall...

Each breath of air your body takes in adds another...

Your truth has killed me,
my eyes are glass...

Your tan body glimmers, but yours eyes are a misty...

I believe in something
that nobody else does...