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.