Love may not be fight in Latin/In a room with secrets

Experimental, yes. To say the LEAST.

Somewhere I was, one night, to rest and sleep
And to be there, like I had once promised...

And there i lay, the ground was cold
There was a broken soul, who was like me, sold

Or as mute as me

The Broken is broken, and I'm as weak as he
But my secrets are forgotten, and nothing's left for me

You see Love may not be Fight in Latin
And the other way around
Miss may not be Wrong in Latin
But love, Death came

And the dead came, to give me some advices
But the dead are so old, older than time...

...and its dices...

And love,
he calls for the Broken, and smiles to me
They vanish together, left me in the rain to see

For Death knows everything, and sees through everyone
The eternity inside me, will soon be gone

To the Broken he gives my secrets, please don't touch...
And weakness meets weakness, what remains isn't really much

So love,
have I come to a place, which I know nothing about?
The Broken is so broken, but I'll let him sit up there and shout

"For now, f****r", and his voice is steady
It echoes in the silence, but really, I'm not ready

Have you been listening? You must have fallen asleep
All the voices that I hear are cutting in so deep

Dear, I know what you're thinking
But you don't have to do it
Cause my heart is already sinking