(by the window, darkest night)
Imagine what it would be like if loneliness was all..! No fulfillment, nor hope inside, could I endure this sadest fate if loneliness was all...?
"Will I ever find the one I've waiting for a thousand years?"
But the answer to this question lies within the confines of your (hopes and) fears.
"Heal me, feel me, reveal and seal me! she'd a light upon my lonely soul!"
But there is no-one (no other being) on the outside to make you whole...
"Twelve faces shape the unholy circle, one mask for any opportunity. This sphere must remain incomplete ...- (as) in it's centre the thirteenth mask is me."
If love was something I could feel, at least some kind of cheerfulness...- but I feel nothing, drowned in pain, half-frozen in my emptiness
Beyond this veneer of friendless lies my true face, that no-one knows. This mask's a lie, obvious and sad, my heart is empty and all is cold.
The same stage:
(on the staircase, some other night)
Imagine, what it would be like, if love was really all..! Then I'd truly be alone without a resting place or a final home, if love was really all...
"Confide a secret to me, and I'll keep it to myself! I'm like a temple built of sadness, trustworthy like a grave ..."