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.