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.