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.