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.