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.