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.