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.