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 Now  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  to say ...
 
 So, I prefer  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  (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  spoken for weeks and yet the mistress inside me is (secretly) straining her ears.
 But there is  and it seems to me at times that with every passing hour another word is leaving my mind ...
 
 I am the  of loneliness, my court is deserted but I do not care.
 The presence of  is ugly and cold and something I can neither watch nor bear.
 
 So, I prefer to lie in darkness  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  and there is nothing to say?
 All is oppressive, alles ist schwer, there is no-one and NO-ONE IS  ...