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.