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.