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.