I am the disease that penetrates the cell.
I am the creature that screams its hell.
I am the anger that floods the darkness.
I am the flame that flirts with the abyss.
I am haunted because I am dead.
I am alive and suffer instead.
I am the one who watches the world.
I am the one who wakes the absurd —
I am enlightened by tragedy.
I am deprived of ecstasy.
I am brilliant in my spell.
I am in anguish and appeal —
I am the ghost of generations’ past,
I am alive in nothing that lasts.
I am changed and I am change.
I am like others just as they claim —
I am unique because I am dark.
I am kicking and spitting at sparks.
I am Gen-X.
I am reflex.