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.