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.