I hear he's got.
A. Mask. For. Every. Occasion.
This Man of 999 faces
Who lost his own. In an epic search to find himself.
We guess he just got tired. Exhausted. Gave up.
A: Twistedly Ironic Bend of Fate
They say.
Every Morning he wakes up.
And cries. Collecting his tears. In a jar.
Looking for traces of someone. Resembling
something
he might have recognized from years ago
A shadow. Who had pulled a Houdini- and. Slipped away
Through his sand covered fingers.
But we're not sure. He even knows
What he's looking for
And- he finds nothing
Because-
Hegavehimselfuptothechameleonking
Hegavehimselfuptothechameleonking
Hegavehimselfuptothechameleonking.
He's nothing now.
He's lost himself.
He's just. A.
Amorphousblendingshapeshifterelite