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.