Luyện nghe bài hát Terminus - Xtul

Quiet and hooded, his eyes stared out, small
make patterns on the window. Body on wood,
dog outside the door, memories as trains
maneuver in the old men's eyes. Forever of a sleep-
ing world, waiting for him to come. dreams of
forgotten like hope. These lives are grey
stones made for cemeteries, time the victim is
desired, like misery. He down from the train,
on road and clothes, across the way a boy was
grinning, hard-on obvious in torn grey
inherited an earlier victim of the white horse.
past the flowers and signs full of dreams,
light of night filtering where woof slipped,
into that darkness. Each makes demand, a hope-
coil of expensive death affirming 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 against worn eyes. 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,
short as the text on the wall. Whenever the
dog moved, the trembled, shimmering like water
moved by leaves in a forest. Marks of spray 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
specters of welcome. Floor stained patients. The
moment of least action. He moved like a rat in
toward the of snow, awake and empty, like an
old house, the place where all meet. "He was
before 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 tiny gasp for oblivion.

No anymoore. The machine engine's stopped. No
ghosts of death playing in the grass. simple, as
you would expect. No physical core. No of love
from pitted carriages. Just an town. Derelict.
No way to identify. playing across skin like
fingers. Just as ampty as flesh. What do you
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 Place time stands
still in the comfort of and love becomes will
in the presence of light. I want to leave. I
never to leave. I never want to leave.