Luyện nghe bài hát Terminus - Xtul

Quiet and hooded, his eyes stared out, hands
make patterns on the window. Body on wood,
dog outside the door, flickering as trains
maneuver in the old men's eyes. Forever of a sleep-
ing world, waiting for him to come. Lost of
childhood like hope. These lives are grey
stones made for cemeteries, this the victim is
desired, misery. He stepped down from the train,
on road and clothes, across the way a boy was
grinning, hard-on obvious in torn trousers
inherited an earlier victim of the white horse.
Filing the flowers and signs full of dreams,
light of filtering where woof tiles slipped,
that darkness. Each ritual makes demand, a hope-
less coil of death affirming our exeistence.
The never changes, never falters. Along
those derelict lines to journey's end. Small hands
smear juice on flesh squeezing tight of
skin worn eyes. There is no need of light.
Somewhere, in the cathedral, small movements,
the area covered in sheets 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
by leaves in a forest. Marks of cold spray in
the dust, as in the faded by choice. Our appetite
for is not enough. Here, only animals
remain, immaculate, seduced by pain. fear into
specters of welcome. Floor stained patients. The
moment of least action. He like a rat in rubble
toward the sheets of snow, and empty, like an
old house, the place where all meet. "He was
grinning he jumped".

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

No engines anymoore. The engine's stopped. No
ghosts of death 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. playing across skin like
fingers. as ampty as flesh. What do you want?
Nothing in particular. No at all. Just a noise
of dreams at the door. 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 becomes will
in the presence of light. I never to leave. I
never to leave. I never want to leave.