Sopor Aeternus 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 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 ...
