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 darkness 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 ist schwer,
there is no-one and NO-ONE IS THERE ...