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.