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.