Gone

I hear a distant whisper that is inside my dreamsfrom a place that is so far away.Beautiful mountain majesties, in fields of honey and cream,flying off on angels wings for another day,and I'm goneFeelings rearrange like the seasons change.I'm goneUnder the bluest skies where the angels cry.I'm goneYou will be too before too long.I'm goneYou'll see my friend that in the end we're all gone.An explosion underneath the stars,lightning bugs caught in glass jars,extinguishing the light until we can't breath.Pale bodies on the the river's edge,consistently pushing themselves over the ledgeborn choking on the poison leavesDon't ask me anything.