Becoming A Stone Poem by Sven Rhoads

Like a dead man that just walked out of his grave
Cold and brutal is how he has been reborn
No beating heart can sit inside of his chest
From love and warmth he has been torn
In the garden of stones he walks a new day
Misery wraps his soul like a coiling snake
Denied his wings to find true salvation
Damning the thoughts that now forsake

Care not for me now
For I care not for any
Stiff as the cadaver I walk this world alone
Through endless eternity becoming a stone

The game is over but still he is on the board
The wheel of life turns without a purpose now
A wanderer beyond the bonds of life and death
He seeks only to achieve sweet solace somehow
To feel anything but the abandonment
A dried husk doesn't even have tears to cry
The hardening of his being is unbearable
Truly this existence is worse than it is to die

Cry not for me now
For I cannot for myself
Lost to haunt the remains of the hope
There is no escape when damned to a ghost