The Melting Man

The Melting Man is cold as stone
Its been decades since he's ever flown
His head hung low
His eyes below
The sun he's never seen

The melting man lives close to me
For countless years he grieves
His arms have sunk
His hands gunk
A torturous life its been

The melting man he cares no more
Through coldest nights and days so bright
His hearts alive
His body tried
If god would let him scream

The melting man is cold as stone
And under that his feet do groan
They dredge in steps he's never had
He's weary to the bone
And nights have come and days gone by
And time stood still as ravens fly
He dies as so must I
. . .