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.