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.