Roots inside (roots bleed inside)

Are you the corpse in the closet open in front of the mirror?
Everything could be an illusion
a fragment of a crystal
stopped in mid-air by the time went.
Are you the bones of my past?
...the thought of a decadent life.
and that all had left too many roots on me,
I could not move any more...
Are you a dream locked in a drawer?
obsessive like a disease.
prescribed, fake, mandatory...
a bitter medicine that maybe can heal.
but can you be happy?
Are you the lie in an imperfect world?
Lie, lying to lie.
The end of two liars who try love in vain,
although it is not their way, is to suffer.
Because you know, I know, is not that ...
is not the duress affection that make us feel attraction.


do not worry, and I will not worry...
I care, that is the truth
do not be afraid of the monsters inside you,
not all are made to love.