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.