Clair Obscur

Clair-obscur
I like nothing as much as the crack
That splits the wall
Of its resistance...

Dark and pale
Fragile and pure like crystal
Transparent, ideal
When I think about it...

And I stand
Neither too close, nor too far
Clandestine passenger
Of an uncertain dream
I know he's not really doing well
I expect nothing
I just reach out my hand...

He locked the door tightly
To avoid suffering, to avoid crying
Because he believes love can kill...

Clair-obscur
I like nothing as much as the wound
Protected by the wall
Of its appearances...

Dark and pale
Cutting and hard like metal
My angel, how much you hurt
When I think about it...

And he stands
Always halfway
Between rejection, need
Of what affects him
I know he's not really doing well
I expect nothing
I just reach out my hand...

He will open his door one day
To see the sky, to breathe
And love will enter without knocking...