Turning Into Stone Poem by Sven Rhoads

Medusa made a man from her sinister gaze
The cursed sorrowed soul that I now call me
No love flows in these veins, nothing in this heart
I walk alone in the pouring rain, together to never part

Sinking beneath the barren seas of emptiness
I die a little more every single day I breathe
The rooms are spinning yet I remain so motionless
Crying out in the dark longing for sweet release

Carved me hollow right down to the bone
They dont see that I'm slowly turning to stone

Fire cannot bring me escape
Love cannot soothe the pain
Warmth does not fall over me
I am the embodiment of a grave
Eroding by the years passing by
Numb to the tender velvet touch
Slowly to waste away and die
The burden has become too much

Breaking the glass like surface of the ocean of tears
I'm turning to stone and just only want to disappear