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.