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.