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.