Luyện nghe bài hát Departure

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

The became a fingertip, touching his own

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

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

He tried to himself back to bed
He wanted to feel the reassuring
Crisp, white sheets taken for granted
To be back home, safe as
An' protected by walls in familiar patterns
But even had become sinister to him
He remembered staring into the paisley
And a repetition 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 realization of this prophecy rang and true
For at this moment, it was indeed, his own feet that the shoes
Shoes that no man would want to

Into the hills

Into the hills then to search for another searcher's closely held
Into the wild forest under the billowing
Under the dreadful birds, the soil
The decrepit babies, the new loves
The preaching alphabetics, the lost lovers
Never to their sons the mothers
In fact, all the guilty clouds that he will into a playground
A of moonlight and shadow
All the stars touch to the molten sunflower, fly to his middle eye
The wallpaper had become to him
Alas, white
Alas, rainbow's middle destination
Another realization of prophecy
All life's drums drink from and visions blinded