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.