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.