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.