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.