Luyện nghe bài hát Terminus - Xtul

Quiet and hooded, his eyes out, small hands
make patterns on the window. shifting on wood,
dog the door, flickering memories as trains
maneuver in the old men's eyes. Forever part of a
ing world, for him to come. Lost dreams of
childhood like hope. These lives are grey
stones made for cemeteries, time the victim is
desired, like misery. He stepped from the train,
on road and clothes, across the way a boy was
grinning, hard-on in torn grey trousers
inherited from an earlier of the white horse.
past the flowers and signs full of dreams,
light of night filtering where tiles slipped,
into that darkness. Each ritual demand, a hope-
coil of expensive death affirming our exeistence.
The never changes, never falters. Along
those derelict lines to journey's end. Small hands
smear on flesh squeezing tight crinkling of
against worn eyes. There is no need of light.
Somewhere, in the cathedral, small movements,
the whole area in sheets of snow, pitted by
huts. He had no expectations, was no reason,
breathing short as the on the wall. Whenever the
dog moved, the trembled, shimmering like water
moved by in a forest. Marks of cold spray in
the dust, as in the future faded by choice. Our
for is not enough. Here, only animals
remain, immaculate, seduced by pain. fear into
of welcome. Floor stained with patients. The
moment of least action. He like a rat in rubble
the sheets of snow, awake and empty, like an
old house, the place where all meet. "He was
before he jumped".

Las the boy came. Open arms. Black hair.
Strong. Empty face. A volunteer. Unsure of why
he came. Seduced by pain. A faded painting.
for release, he blinked, up at the ceiling,
let out a tiny gasp for oblivion.

No anymoore. The machine engine's stopped. No
ghosts of death in the grass. Just simple, as
you would expect. No physical core. No smiles of
from carriages. Just an empty town. Derelict.
No way to identify. Sound playing across skin
fingers. Just as ampty as flesh. What do you
Nothing in particular. No reason at all. a noise
of at the door. Just as before. Did you see

This is the place all roads meet, the place
where all is the secret. The Place where stands
still in the of night and love becomes will
in the presence of light. I want to leave. I
never want to leave. I never to leave.