No-one Is There

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’s 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’s 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 have not spoken for weeks
And yet the mistress inside of me Is (secretly) straining her ears
But there is no-one and it seems to me at times
The 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 want nor bare
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’s nothing to say
All is oppressive, alles ist schwer
There is no-one and no-one is there