Luyện nghe bài hát Terminus - Xtul

Quiet and hooded, his eyes stared out, small
patterns on the window. Body shifting on wood,
dog the door, flickering memories as trains
maneuver in the old men's eyes. Forever of a sleep-
ing world, waiting for him to come. dreams of
childhood forgotten hope. These lives are grey
stones made for cemeteries, time the victim is
desired, like misery. He stepped down the train,
on road and clothes, across the way a boy was
grinning, obvious in torn grey trousers
inherited from an victim of the white horse.
Filing the flowers and signs full of dreams,
light of night filtering where woof slipped,
into darkness. Each ritual makes demand, a hope-
less of expensive death affirming our exeistence.
The direction changes, never falters. Along
those derelict lines to journey's end. Small hands
smear juice on flesh squeezing crinkling of
skin worn eyes. There is no need of light.
Somewhere, in the cathedral, small movements,
the whole area covered in of snow, pitted by
huts. He had no expectations, was no reason,
breathing as the text on the wall. Whenever the
dog moved, the night trembled, like water
moved by leaves in a forest. Marks of spray in
the dust, as in the future by choice. Our appetite
for miracles is not enough. Here, only
remain, immaculate, seduced by pain. Ending fear
specters of welcome. stained with patients. The
moment of action. He moved like 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 the boy came. Open arms. Black hair.
Strong. Empty pale face. A volunteer. 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
of death playing in the grass. Just simple, as
you would expect. No core. No smiles of love
from carriages. Just an empty town. Derelict.
No way to identify. Sound across skin like
fingers. Just as ampty as flesh. do you want?
Nothing in particular. No at all. Just a noise
of at the door. Just as before. Did you see

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