As venomous as a black mamba
Unforeseeable like an asp
Mercurial like the mamba of the night
I am Volatile
Whimsical is the first definition of who i am.
Shedding a thousand skins,to become who I want to be
With a lidless eye like that of a black panther
The Changing colour of a Cameleon can only deceive fools
Because the eagle sees farther than any creature.
The lacerations are mended
The affliction is well-nigh obliterate
I suppose I love my scars
Because they stayed with me longer than most people have
But I must not change from being the mamba of the night
I am a curl
When charlatans emerge
And chatter about their comprehension and proficiency
I endure taciturn
And only pour my Venom when obliged
I am salubrious because;
I do not see a need to cling to charlatans and their memories.