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.