Luyện nghe bài hát Departure

He was in his room, half awake, half
The of the room seem to alter angles
and shrinking alternately
Then twisting completely so that
He was on the opposite side of the
A trick of the and too much caffeine, he thought
Then came a knock on the
And this sound was the dark brown tone
As the wood of which the door was
At first he thought he'd it
Because it would not have out of place
With the other strange hallucinatory of that night
But then it came again, only heavier time
With a sense of urgency, so pulling himself up
And stepping through pools of and shadow
He made his bleary way across the towards the door
And slowly, apprehensively, raised the

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
Whereas before, his peace withstood it's vastness
His prerogative an endless force of the all impossible
His final is flying with the contempt only
Even the legendary glance backward deep
stone in peace or save is already destroyed again

You cannot share, the temperature is
Ghost and make a choice

He tried to will back to bed
He wanted to feel the reassuring
Crisp, white sheets once taken for
To be back home, as houses
An' protected by walls covered in familiar
But even wallpaper had sinister to him
He staring into the paisley print
And seeing a of skulls
At he would listen to the click of heels on concrete outside
And try to imagine the facial features of the unseen
He would see his own face
And another of this prophecy rang terrible and true
For at moment, it was indeed, his own feet that filled the shoes
that no man would want to wear

Into the then

Into the hills then to search for another 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 safely the mothers
In fact, all the guilty clouds he will move into a playground
A sense of and shadow
All the stars touch to the cold molten sunflower, fly to his eye
The wallpaper had become to him
Alas, white
Alas, rainbow's middle destination
Another of this prophecy
All life's drink from bottles and visions blinded