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.