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.