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.