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.