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No-one is there

- uma atualização "for my Make-up Goddess", que se encantou pelas delícias mórbidas de Sopor Aeternus -



No-one is there

Now and then

I'm scared, when i seem to forget how sounds become words or even sentances...

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 timesthat

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 ist schwer,there is no-one and

NO-ONE IS THERE...