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.