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.