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.