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.