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.