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.