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.