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.