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.