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.