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The Loveless Ian McLachlan |
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The Loveless We travel fast who know not love nor life, Grow stronger now that autumn fires are near, Dark nights conceal us as we walk the town, Sip cocktails in some gloomy basement bar, And deathly pale suck pleasure from the air. You may have seen us roaming in the Strand, Across the platform standing for a train, We smoke despite the metro's warning signs, Laugh coldly when the rats come out to play, And vanish underground when daylight comes. There are no midnight stars that burn as hard, Our shortened lives are wild with mindless grief, The double weight we carry drags us down, We travellers in the night who know not love, We travellers in the night who know not life. [Return to Psychopoetica home page] ©The contents of this page are copyright protected. | |