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.