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.