Anatomy Of A Ghost

So this is my last transmission
The words that will soon fall to dust
No I won't be home on this day
And in these fists was held questions unanswered
And it's killing me
Chamber clicks pin breaks the shell kiss of black on our lips
Lungs breaking
So cave in
Don't forget these words
Spoken in sequence
Won't be our last plain wrapped brown package (placed in our arms)
Tied up with string explodes while scanning horizon
Feel skin get numb as begins the fall
All waking up on the day before we were handed the open book
When hands fell from mid face to block our eyes
From seeing more fingers
Make a picket fence holding what we know
Fading slowly from our eyes to white lights
This was all climbing up the misplaced spires in our hopes
They would find us wait it out
Drop the satellites
For just tonight give it up