"Paint It Black"
by The Rolling Stones
https://youtu.be/O4irXQhgMqg
I see a red door and I want it painted black No colors any more, I want them to turn black I see the girls walk by, dressed in their summer clothes I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
I see a line of cars and they're all painted black With flowers and my love both never to come back I see people turn their heads and quickly look away Like a newborn baby, it just happens every day
I look inside myself and see my heart is black I see my red door I must have it painted black Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts It's not easy facing up when your whole world is black "That bitch broke my heart!" The words were scrawled in blood red ink across the journal page many, many times.
"Oh Felicity! How could you do me this way' How?" Such bold stokes of that crimson sharpie. Some words underlined with doodles of bloody hearts stabbed with ornate skull daggers.
Domi was lost in self induced anguish, with maudlin music blasting at high volume and echoing all through the halls of his father's home. He had been dumped. It didn't matter that he had been planning to break it off with the demon girl first. That he forgot all about. The fact she beat him to the punch, was more likely the cause of such angst.
He ignored the pounding on the door, his sister was obviously not into his choice of music if the yelling was an indication. His response was to turn it up. He thought he heard laughter, which likely meant his ass of an older brother was also out in the hall. Mocking him as he usually did. They didn't understand him.
He about jumped out of his skin a moment later when his music went silent. "Is all this really necessary Dominick" Must we all suffer with you?" His father asked, perched on the back of a chair and staring down at his youngest.
As far as Fallen types went, his dad was pretty cool. He didn't look all that dangerous either. Most called him "The Librarian' and some days it fit. Still, Domi knew that many feared the knowledge his sire collected. "You wouldn't understand." He cried to his father.
Every teen over all time had likely uttered or thought those very same words to their parents. It was clich", and tired but there he was, nearly wailing it.
"Mark my words son, it isn't your heart that is bruised, it's your pride. I also add that you won't even remember this demonling's name by the end of the year." So calm, it gave the younger demon a headache and he glowered at his father. He dared not say anything to anger the elder, but he wanted to. He wanted to rebel like he never had before. Domi really did consider that for a moment as most Demons expected their spawn to make trouble, but his father wasn't so relaxed, especially if it drew unwanted attention.
"All this misery over one piece of tail?" Amethyst hued eyes continued to look down at the youth. "You were about to dump her yourself. So, why all this. . . emotional lamentings" So, stop with the maudlin music, the wailing, and the whining before your sister decides to kill you." Now, it was unspoken but the gist was there, something along the lines of "I will let her do it too."
Domi knew that would be uncomfortable. His elder sister was a right bitch when riled up. He had been on the receiving end of her ire more than once over the years. He had yet to win a battle with her. He still thought she had a way of cheating. "But Daaaaaad!" There went the wail.
His father sighed and with a shake of his dark head his hands moved to rest upon bent knees, leather creaking with the movement. "I am in the middle of preparing for some special visitors and I don't have time for this Domi. I am sending you to your Grandmother. Maybe she will "understand" you better than the rest of the family."
I see a red door and I want it painted black No colors any more, I want them to turn black I see the girls walk by, dressed in their summer clothes I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
I see a line of cars and they're all painted black With flowers and my love both never to come back I see people turn their heads and quickly look away Like a newborn baby, it just happens every day
I look inside myself and see my heart is black I see my red door I must have it painted black Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts It's not easy facing up when your whole world is black "That bitch broke my heart!" The words were scrawled in blood red ink across the journal page many, many times.
"Oh Felicity! How could you do me this way' How?" Such bold stokes of that crimson sharpie. Some words underlined with doodles of bloody hearts stabbed with ornate skull daggers.
Domi was lost in self induced anguish, with maudlin music blasting at high volume and echoing all through the halls of his father's home. He had been dumped. It didn't matter that he had been planning to break it off with the demon girl first. That he forgot all about. The fact she beat him to the punch, was more likely the cause of such angst.
He ignored the pounding on the door, his sister was obviously not into his choice of music if the yelling was an indication. His response was to turn it up. He thought he heard laughter, which likely meant his ass of an older brother was also out in the hall. Mocking him as he usually did. They didn't understand him.
He about jumped out of his skin a moment later when his music went silent. "Is all this really necessary Dominick" Must we all suffer with you?" His father asked, perched on the back of a chair and staring down at his youngest.
As far as Fallen types went, his dad was pretty cool. He didn't look all that dangerous either. Most called him "The Librarian' and some days it fit. Still, Domi knew that many feared the knowledge his sire collected. "You wouldn't understand." He cried to his father.
Every teen over all time had likely uttered or thought those very same words to their parents. It was clich", and tired but there he was, nearly wailing it.
"Mark my words son, it isn't your heart that is bruised, it's your pride. I also add that you won't even remember this demonling's name by the end of the year." So calm, it gave the younger demon a headache and he glowered at his father. He dared not say anything to anger the elder, but he wanted to. He wanted to rebel like he never had before. Domi really did consider that for a moment as most Demons expected their spawn to make trouble, but his father wasn't so relaxed, especially if it drew unwanted attention.
"All this misery over one piece of tail?" Amethyst hued eyes continued to look down at the youth. "You were about to dump her yourself. So, why all this. . . emotional lamentings" So, stop with the maudlin music, the wailing, and the whining before your sister decides to kill you." Now, it was unspoken but the gist was there, something along the lines of "I will let her do it too."
Domi knew that would be uncomfortable. His elder sister was a right bitch when riled up. He had been on the receiving end of her ire more than once over the years. He had yet to win a battle with her. He still thought she had a way of cheating. "But Daaaaaad!" There went the wail.
His father sighed and with a shake of his dark head his hands moved to rest upon bent knees, leather creaking with the movement. "I am in the middle of preparing for some special visitors and I don't have time for this Domi. I am sending you to your Grandmother. Maybe she will "understand" you better than the rest of the family."