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.