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.