Now and then I'm scared when I seem to forgetnhow sounds become words or even sentencesnNo, I don't speak anymore and what could I saynsince no-one is there and there is nothing to saynnSo, I prefer to lie in darkest silence alonenlistening to the lack of light, or soundnor someone to talk to, for something to sharenbut there is no hope and no-one is there.nnNo, no, no, not one living soulnand there is nothing left to saynin darkness I lie all alone by myselfnsleeping most of the time to endure the pain.nnI am not breathing a word, I haven't spoken for weeksnand yet the mistress inside me is (secretly) straining her ears.nBut there is no-one, and it seems to me at timesnthat with every passing hour another word is leaving my mindnnI am the mistress of loneliness,nmy court is deserted but I do not care.nThe presence of people is ugly and coldnand something I can neither watch nor bear.nnSo, I prefer to lie in darkness silence alonenlistening to the lack of light, or soundnor someone to talk to, for something to sharenbut there is no hope and no-one is there.nnNo, I don't speak anymore and what should I saynsince no- one is there and there is nothing to say?nAll is oppressive, alles ist schwer,nthere is no-one and no one is there