Black Prism (Ephel Duath)

I lie between layers of perception I'm neither here or there Twice but still nothing My image multiplies while my sight plays dead and regress I've lost any mass Mutant consistence My shadow is no more Tied to dimensions I don't belong to My center is now a black prism Reflecting nothing but Pale Blue Floating cemetery flames Look through me as I dissolve Try to catch a glimpse or something And give it back Feed the circle There's an old root I spotted Big hole like that cancerous lung I'll hide in there I think Playing as the mist Slowing raising from the soil While I keep dissolving into thin cold air My arms as dried branches My heart as an old burl Let's get a fire on At least Smoke I inhale Smoke I may become I'm neither here or there Neither here or there Solitude is what I keep being called to stand for A ghost trail I keep find directions for Keep walking one way Keep leaving no trace Keep being blind Keep looking up to the sky.