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.