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.