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.