Luyện nghe bài hát Departure

He was in his room, half awake, half
The of the room seem to alter angles
Elongating and alternately
Then around completely so that
He was on the opposite of the room
A trick of the light and too caffeine, he thought
Then came a on the door
And this sound was the same brown tone
As the wood of the door was made
At first he thought imagined it
Because it would not have been out of
With the strange hallucinatory events of that night
But then it came again, only heavier time
With a sense of real urgency, so pulling up
And stepping through pools of moonlight and
He made his way across the room towards the door
And slowly, apprehensively, the latch

The became a fingertip, touching his own

Energy sapping as a new form, transversing the edge of his
His power his agony, his power knew no bounds
before, his peace have withstood it's vastness
His prerogative became an endless force of the all
His final is flying with the contempt only
the legendary glance backward deep with
Eternity's stone in peace or save is destroyed again

You share, the temperature is rising
Ghost and make a choice

He tried to will himself to bed
He wanted desperately to feel the
Crisp, white once taken for granted
To be back home, safe as
An' protected by walls in familiar patterns
But wallpaper had become sinister to him
He remembered staring into the paisley
And a repetition of skulls
At night he listen to the click of heels on concrete outside
And try to imagine the facial features of the unseen
He would always see his own
And another realization of prophecy rang terrible and true
For at moment, it was indeed, his own feet that filled the shoes
Shoes that no man would want to

the hills then

Into the hills then to search for searcher's closely held goals
Into the wild forest the billowing leafs
the dreadful birds, the singing soil
The decrepit babies, the new loves
The alphabetics, the long lost lovers
Never to their sons the mothers
In fact, all the guilty clouds he will move into a playground
A sense of and shadow
All the touch to the cold molten sunflower, fly to his middle eye
The wallpaper had sinister to him
Alas, cold
Alas, rainbow's middle infinity's
Another realization of prophecy
All life's drums drink bottles and visions blinded