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.