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.