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.