Angst and Death.

Everything is blue.

  Your little brother never tells you but he loves you so,  

Dobium knew that Malo loved him, but he never had another sort of love, he'd always had fraternal, never paternal and certainly never romantic, was something wrong with him?

  You said your mother only smiled on her tv show,

He never saw his mother smile in the short five years he'd known her. She smiled alright but it was always forced, always a "I hope everything is okay tonight for your sake" . He hated those smiles, hating being reminded that as hard as he tried he couldn't save his mother.

  You're only happy when your sorry head is filled with dope, 

The nicotine filled his lungs and stung, it was a sting that felt pleasant, everything he did would hurt him. 

 I hope you make it to the day you're twenty-eight years old

Dobium never got to be twenty six, seven, eight..hell he had felt like a grown man at the age of ten, protecting his brother, getting money for the both of them, did he ever have a childhood? He was a demon now, forever twenty five. 

 You're dripping like a saturated sunrise,

Noel dripped with energy, energy filled him to the brim and it was infectious. His smile, his energy, He was life filled. 

  You're spilling like an overflowing sink,

Noel's passion filled him, he was only 5'3 but his passion made him seem bigger, driven to sing, to play, his passion for his country's history, it filled him until it poured out. 

 You're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece, 

Both boys had scars, scars that they hid well from the world, no one had to know of their suffering they only wanted to help others. 

  And now i'm tearing through the pages and the ink,  

Words never could describe how Noel made Dobium feel, the boy was slowly chipping at him, making him feel happy, decades of rage at the world slowly melting every time he looked into the one red eye one brown eye, an eye of fire which almost matched Noel's fiery passion and the other a calm brown, a warm brown, a brown that for Dobium meant home. 

  Everything is blue
His pills, his hands, his jeans
And now i'm covered in the colors pull apart at the seams
And it's blue
And it's blue, 

Noel was blue, his hair, his clothes, his everything was just blue to Dobium. Noel reminded him of a warm summer day with a bright blue sky and soft grass, he smelled like fresh linen and something sweet. Dobium loved his baby blue. 

   Everything is grey

His hair, his smoke, his dreams
And now he's so devoid of color
He don't know what it means
And he's blue
And he's blue,  

Dobium was grey, he had shut himself off for so long only allowing himself to feel anger and affection for his brother that there was hardly anything left, hardly anything. Noel on the other hand slowly was making him turn blue, the blue splattered on him every time they touched. 

The grey smoke of cigarettes went away, brown hair being dyed pastel pink by Noel, nightmares leaving and being replaced by dreams of blue, Brown eyes, once filled with anger being filled with laughter instead. 

Dobium would always be grey but so long as Noel was around there was just a little bit of color.