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.