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.