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.