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.