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.