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.