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.