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.