Ephemeron. That’s who you are. Transparent, apparent only when the lamps are lit. That’s when the end comes. Veins pop out of your arms. Keep it dark. We’re gonna play hide and seek. We’re gonna play hide and find This time.
Ephemeron. That’s who I am. Transparent, apparent only when I am hungry For a mortal game. You win and you find me – under your shirt. Don’t be ashamed and enjoy it. Life is short.