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.