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.