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.