Luyện nghe bài hát Terminus - Xtul

Quiet and hooded, his stared out, small hands
make patterns on the window. shifting on wood,
dog outside the door, flickering as trains
maneuver in the old eyes. Forever part of a sleep-
ing world, waiting for him to come. dreams of
childhood forgotten like hope. These lives are
stones made for cemeteries, this time the is
desired, like misery. He stepped down the train,
on road and clothes, across the way a boy was
grinning, hard-on in torn grey trousers
from an earlier victim of the white horse.
Filing past the flowers and signs of dreams,
light of filtering where woof tiles slipped,
into that darkness. Each ritual makes demand, a
less coil of expensive affirming our exeistence.
The direction never changes, never falters.
those derelict lines to journey's end. Small hands
smear juice on flesh squeezing tight of
skin against worn eyes. There is no 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 text on the wall. the
dog moved, the night trembled, shimmering like
by leaves 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, by pain. Ending fear into
specters of welcome. Floor stained patients. The
moment of least action. He moved a rat in rubble
toward the sheets of snow, awake and empty, an
old house, the where all dreams meet. "He was
grinning he jumped".

Las night the boy came. Open arms. 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 would expect. No core. No smiles of love
from pitted carriages. an empty town. Derelict.
No way to identify. Sound across skin like
fingers. Just as ampty as flesh. What do you
in particular. No reason at all. Just a noise
of at the door. Just as before. Did you see

This is the place where all 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 never to leave. I
never want to leave. I never to leave.