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.