In a garden full of locusts

Pain was a crying man

Wrapped in several kinds of skinSeeking 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 desirеs and toxic agendas

Polished by light, yet still half rеmembered

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