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.