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.