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.