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.