Glide

Woke up from where I lied

Off the ground where I died

Letting the water through the air as I glide

My will as high

Intense the side

And where I will always hide

The stone I cast

As if it where removed from itself

As I've been cracked

Even my teeth did not break it

As it did them

The rock was I

But it is banished from itself

The Last (no possible entrance)

Would there be two of

Or would there be none of

My whole condemned

But my hall damned

Slide away

Begin to decay (without even myself)