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.