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.