When I Was In Eight  Grade  I  Decided I 
 Was Dead.  My Spirit  Had Left  My Body, 
             Never To Return.             
                                          
 I Remember Sitting In  My Parents Car On 
 A  Cloudy,  Watery  Day, Getting A  Ride 
 Somewhere.  It  Felt  Like I Had  Solved 
 Some   Great  Puzzle.  I'Ve  Solved   No 
           Puzzles Since Then.            
                                          
  Instead, I'Ve Been Mindlessly Piloting  
 This Body Around.  I Still Give It Life, 
 Somehow.  Like A Golem, And I Try Not To 
 Care  Too  Much,  But   I   Do.  It'S  A 
   Contaminated Golem, This One. Purity   
 Clouded  By  My  Echo.  Afterglow Of  My 
                  Spirit.