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.