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.