Luyện nghe bài hát Departure

He was in his room, half awake, half
The walls of the room seem to angles
Elongating and shrinking
Then around completely so that
He was on the opposite of the room
A trick of the and too much caffeine, he thought
Then came a knock on the
And this was the same dark brown tone
As the wood of the door was made
At he thought he'd imagined it
Because it not have been out of place
With the other strange events of that night
But it came again, only heavier this time
With a sense of urgency, so pulling himself up
And stepping through of moonlight and shadow
He made his bleary way the room towards the door
And slowly, apprehensively, raised the

The latch became a fingertip, his own

Energy sapping as a new form, transversing the of his emotions
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 in peace or save is already destroyed again

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

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

Into the hills

Into the hills then to search for another searcher's closely held
the wild forest under the billowing leafs
Under the dreadful birds, the soil
The decrepit babies, the new loves
The preaching alphabetics, the lost lovers
to their sons safely the mothers
In fact, all the guilty clouds that he will move a playground
A sense of moonlight and
All the touch to the cold molten sunflower, fly to his middle eye
The had become sinister to him
Alas, white
Alas, rainbow's middle destination
Another realization of prophecy
All life's drink from bottles and visions blinded