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.