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.