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.