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.