Luyện nghe bài hát Terminus - Xtul

Quiet and hooded, his eyes out, small hands
make on the window. Body shifting on wood,
dog outside the door, flickering as trains
maneuver in the old men's eyes. Forever part of a
ing world, waiting for him to come. Lost of
childhood forgotten like hope. These lives are
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 obvious in torn trousers
inherited an earlier victim of the white horse.
Filing the flowers and signs full of dreams,
of night filtering where woof tiles slipped,
into that darkness. Each ritual demand, a hope-
less coil of expensive death our exeistence.
The direction changes, never falters. Along
derelict lines 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 secret cathedral, movements,
the whole area covered in sheets of snow, by
huts. He had no expectations, was no reason,
breathing as the text on the wall. Whenever the
dog moved, the trembled, shimmering like water
moved by leaves in a forest. Marks of cold in
the dust, as in the future faded by choice. Our
for miracles is not enough. Here, only
remain, immaculate, by pain. Ending fear into
of welcome. Floor stained with patients. The
moment of least action. He moved a rat in rubble
toward the of snow, awake and empty, like an
old house, the where all dreams meet. "He was
grinning he jumped".

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

No anymoore. The machine engine's stopped. No
ghosts of death playing in the grass. simple, as
you expect. No physical core. No smiles of love
from pitted carriages. Just an town. Derelict.
No way to identify. Sound playing across skin
fingers. Just as ampty as flesh. do you want?
in particular. No reason at all. Just 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 where time stands
still in the comfort of night and love will
in the presence of light. I want to leave. I
never want to leave. I never to leave.