here ill explain my piece a bit.

"Stricken hours past...
This Iron and Wine will never last....
A hope a prayer steadily waiting closely near.....
You said 5 i figured 6 my veins striend tight as i weaped....."

i put this into first person to capture a more personal direction. Basically i had a doctors apointment (I am a young man convinced that something is seriously is wrong) and a friend was picking me up to go there. all of my friends are late so as soon as he told me his time for arrival i figured he'd be an hour late. moving on.....

"I share Darkness and a crack in a corner
the rusty gears of morning and the faceless busy phones.
and the shape I meant to make was gone"

I feel alone even when i am not alone. People call but dont fully understand what is happening. Why? Because i hide it well..The last line is basically saying im young and dying and now the painted picture can never be finished..

"Your here while im up there watching you fall aside
dead souls ly forever for this same lifes in your eyes
Giving thanks for all the memories and grief for the future time
you weren't late but you still missed me
you made it right on time......."

I eventually die before he makes it to my house. I watch him weap besides me as my soul is climbing. the ending i wanted to see no fault just dead and thats life. Things happen for a reason

thanks for the input

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