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.