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.