Luyện nghe bài hát Terminus - Xtul

Quiet and hooded, his eyes out, small hands
make patterns on the window. 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. Lost of
forgotten like hope. These lives are grey
stones made for cemeteries, this time the is
desired, misery. He stepped down from the train,
dust on and clothes, across the way a boy was
grinning, hard-on obvious in grey trousers
inherited from an earlier victim of the horse.
Filing the flowers and signs full of dreams,
light of filtering where woof tiles slipped,
into that darkness. ritual makes demand, a hope-
less coil of expensive death our exeistence.
The direction never changes, falters. Along
those derelict lines lines to journey's end. Small
juice on flesh squeezing tight crinkling of
skin against 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 short as the on the wall. Whenever the
dog moved, the night trembled, 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, animals
remain, immaculate, seduced by pain. Ending 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 all dreams meet. "He was
before he jumped".

Las night the boy came. arms. Black hair.
Strong. pale 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 praying for oblivion.

No engines anymoore. The machine stopped. No
ghosts of death in the grass. Just simple, as
you would expect. No core. No smiles of love
from pitted carriages. Just an town. Derelict.
No way to identify. Sound across skin like
fingers. Just as as flesh. What 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 meet, the place
where all is the secret. The where time stands
still in the comfort of night and love will
in the of light. I never want to leave. I
never want to leave. I never to leave.