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.