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.