For I am a chameleon, an evanescent stew
A nameless face, fore'er displaced, a vision misconstrued
A wasteland of desolation, where cold hyenas howl
A graveyard of the forgotten, with bodies disemboweled.

For I am a chameleon, a jester in the court
A laughing stock, a hopeless sot, a sickly lad of sorts
With Ten-thousand tongues of fire, a lust of life and death
Multitudes of mercury deep, a sea within my breast.

Protean and vacuous, darkened and resigned,
Vapid yet beguiled, vacant and confined,
A formless vortex of friends and enemies.

Malleable desire and vacillation;
Redemptive path to reconciliation,
A love lost: a crisis of identity.