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.