Gone Alive

I know you think I’m morbid when I come back from the living wearing black all along I’m gone alive and I’m gone missing in the air of all sullen mornings and faraway looks over the sleepless fields blur my sight with tears of today benumb my hearing with waning voices I used to know back in the day I’m already gone alive and I’m still gone astray where any words or worlds have no genuine weight I’m drifting through outer space carried downwind into the deeps below the nescience into oblivion above the lone fallstreaks