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.