In a garden full of locusts Pain was a crying man Wrapped in several kinds of skin Seeking consolation in machines Stuck in a hole of collapsing time Locked into solitude by body state and mind A silent tension drags and weakens In a hollow room the darkness deepens The curve steepens Just another blank diary entry The emptiness tells its own story Blank diary entry A slow painful goodbye to glory, a goodbye to glory A gentle murmuration concealed to all but me Estranged sad and softened In a low sky by the sea, patiently Disciplined desires and toxic agendas Polished by light yet still half remembered Fatigued, tired ragged and distressed No way out of this unholy mess, I must confess Just another blank diary entry The emptiness tells its own story Blank diary entry A slow painful goodbye to glory, goodbye to glory Just another blank diary entry The emptiness tells its own story Blank diary entry A slow painful goodbye to glory, a goodbye to glory