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.