Now and then I‘m scared, when I seem to forget
how sounds become words or even sentences...
No, I don’t speak anymore and what could I say,
since no-one is there and there is nothing to say...
So, I prefer to lie in darkest silence alone...
listening to the lack of light, or sound,
or someone to talk to, for something to share...-
but there is no hope and no-one is there.
No, no, no... -not one living soul
and there is nothing (left) to say,
in darkness I lie all alone by myself...,
sleeping most of the time to endure the pain.
I am not breathing a word, I haven´t spoken for weeks
and yet the mistress inside me is (secretly) straining her
ears.
But there is no-one, and it seems to me at times
that with every passing hour another word is leaving my
mind...
I am the mistress of loneliness,
my court is deserted but I do not care.
The presence of people is ugly and cold
and something I can neither watch nor bear.
So, I prefer to lie in darkest silence alone...,
listening to the lack of light, or sound,
or someone to talk to, for something to share...-
but there is no hope and no-one is there.
No, I don‘t speak anymore and what should I say,
since no-one is there and there is nothing to say?
All is oppressive, alles is schwer,
there is no-one and
NO-ONE IS THERE...