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.