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.