Writer of story sonnets, strange songs, serious limericks, and narrative poetry. Darkness most of the way down.
Sunday, 8 November 2026
Little Billy
Little Billy
by Nick Gisburne
Little Billy is a pretty boy, but living in his head
There are beasts who beg his brain to set them free
When he tries to tell his teacher what his tiny mind was fed
When he begs her just to listen to their plea
Little Billy finds a world that won’t agree
He was never any trouble
Always quickest in his class
He was nothing but a normal kind of kid
But the demons from his dreams began to hammer on the glass
When they shatter it he’ll wish they never did
Little Billy tries to reason with the women dressed in white
But the screams inside him won’t believe their lies
When they struggle to sedate him in the cold, electric light
When the monsters in his mind begin to rise
Little Billy feels the hate behind his eyes
He was never any trouble
Always quickest in his class
He was nothing but a normal kind of kid
But the demons from his dreams began to hammer on the glass
When they shatter it he’ll wish they never did
In the cracks and in the corners
In the margins of his mind
He believes he sees the purpose of the coming of their kind
But their malice renders Little Billy blind
Little Billy never wanted what his eager demons crave
And he cries as they contaminate the night
With a howl of pain he promises to make them all behave
In the fury of the fight
He extinguishes their spite
But he wakes to find the bodies of the women dressed in white
They were told he could be trouble
When they took him from the class
He was never just a normal kind of kid
With his darkest dreams awoken
Little Billy’s mind was broken
And it shattered like a brittle piece of glass
Little Billy’s just a kid
But his demons will remind him what he did
Lyrics by Nick Gisburne
Music and vocals created by Suno