Glide (Aphotic)

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)