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.