If Loneliness Was All

By the window, darkest night,
Imagine what it would be like...
No fulfillment, nor hope inside,
Could I endure this sadest fate
If loneliness was all?
No end to my fall...

"Will I ever find the one
I've waited 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!
Shed a light upon my lonely soul!"
But there is no one, no being such
To make you whole...

"Twelve faces shape the unholy circle,
One mask for every opportunity.
Let this sphere must remain [bad word] 
As in its 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 friendliness
Lies my [bad word] face, that no one knows.
This mask's a lie, so obvious and sad,
My heart is empty and all is cold."

On the staircase, some other night,
Imagine, what it would be like:
If love was really all, then I'd [bad word] 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,
 [bad word] like a grave...