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.