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.