The sound on nothingness

so? this is the morning.

so?

the bed is unmade, the dishes unwashed,

the window open side to side,

the city night fill the room with its fumes,

to cleanse your odor,

and im here,

in my nothingless i live,

the day in day out,

the sun,

the sun,

the sun,

the sun comes up in the morning,

and burns my wake in your imagery,

Ich bleib in ruhe, immer noch in ruhe,

Ich bleib da, wo Ich vor deinem ruhe war.