Luyện nghe bài hát Terminus - Xtul

Quiet and hooded, his eyes stared out, small
make on the window. Body shifting on wood,
dog outside the door, memories as trains
maneuver in the old men's eyes. part of a sleep-
ing world, waiting for him to come. dreams of
childhood forgotten like hope. These are grey
made for cemeteries, this time the victim is
desired, like misery. He stepped from the train,
on road and clothes, across the way a boy was
grinning, obvious in torn grey trousers
inherited an earlier victim of the white horse.
Filing past the flowers and full of dreams,
light of night where woof tiles slipped,
into that darkness. Each ritual makes demand, a
less coil of expensive death our exeistence.
The never changes, never falters. Along
those derelict lines lines to journey's end. Small
smear juice on squeezing tight crinkling of
skin worn eyes. There is no need of light.
Somewhere, in the secret cathedral, movements,
the whole covered 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 night trembled, shimmering 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. Ending into
of welcome. Floor stained with patients. The
moment of least action. He moved a rat in rubble
toward the sheets of snow, awake and empty, an
old house, the place all dreams meet. "He was
grinning he jumped".

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

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

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