Manic Street Preachers - Blank Diary Entry

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 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