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.