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.