Painted Black
I see a red door and I want it painted black,
No colors anymore 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.
Red-rimmed grey eyes gazed upon the blazing fire. Smoke billowed up into the night sky through the hole at the top of the funeral dome. The presence of other beings pressed on his mind. A faint sniffle to his right caught his attention and he turned to look at the boy.
"What will happen to me now?"
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 new born baby it just happens ev'ry day.
"The council has given me permission to train you. You will be a Jedi. I promise."
A promise. Perhaps rash in its deliver but living in the moment certainly. How could I deny his request as he lay dying in my arms? How could I fulfill it?
I look inside myself and see my heart is black,
I see my red door and I want 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.
Black and grey ashes were all that remained by the next morning. Cheering crowds lined the street as arriving dignitaries and council members flowed from the transports. The boy stuck close to my side during the entire spectacle. Jedi expressed their condolences and imparted words intended to comfort and extol the wisdom of the Code. There is no emotion; there is peace. Peace. What that slobbering Gungan shouts to the raving crowds. How can I have peace when my world is spinning out of control? What went so terribly wrong?
No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue,
I could not foresee this thing happening to you.
If I look hard enough into the setting sun,
My love will laugh with me before the morning comes.
I miss his laughter, his smile, his eyes, his voice. I miss his calming words and strong hands. I miss his presence and his love that coursed along our bond for 13 years. Now a darkness has settled into my heart where his light used to reside. Ripped from my life with the sudden thrust of a red-hot blade.
I see a red door and I want it painted black,
No colors anymore 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 wanna see your face painted black, black as night.
Don't wanna see the sun flyin' high in the sky.
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black, yeah!
Visions of blackness and pain haunt my dreams at night. A rasping breath. A face hidden by a dark mask. Is that my reflection in those sightless eyes?
I see a red door and I want it painted black,
No colors anymore 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.
Red-rimmed grey eyes gazed upon the blazing fire. Smoke billowed up into the night sky through the hole at the top of the funeral dome. The presence of other beings pressed on his mind. A faint sniffle to his right caught his attention and he turned to look at the boy.
"What will happen to me now?"
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 new born baby it just happens ev'ry day.
"The council has given me permission to train you. You will be a Jedi. I promise."
A promise. Perhaps rash in its deliver but living in the moment certainly. How could I deny his request as he lay dying in my arms? How could I fulfill it?
I look inside myself and see my heart is black,
I see my red door and I want 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.
Black and grey ashes were all that remained by the next morning. Cheering crowds lined the street as arriving dignitaries and council members flowed from the transports. The boy stuck close to my side during the entire spectacle. Jedi expressed their condolences and imparted words intended to comfort and extol the wisdom of the Code. There is no emotion; there is peace. Peace. What that slobbering Gungan shouts to the raving crowds. How can I have peace when my world is spinning out of control? What went so terribly wrong?
No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue,
I could not foresee this thing happening to you.
If I look hard enough into the setting sun,
My love will laugh with me before the morning comes.
I miss his laughter, his smile, his eyes, his voice. I miss his calming words and strong hands. I miss his presence and his love that coursed along our bond for 13 years. Now a darkness has settled into my heart where his light used to reside. Ripped from my life with the sudden thrust of a red-hot blade.
I see a red door and I want it painted black,
No colors anymore 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 wanna see your face painted black, black as night.
Don't wanna see the sun flyin' high in the sky.
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black, yeah!
Visions of blackness and pain haunt my dreams at night. A rasping breath. A face hidden by a dark mask. Is that my reflection in those sightless eyes?