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.