Alchemisland

I have to wheeze now after blazing

Lungs black as a baking tray after cake making

My features bold and exaggerated

You look stretched, ancient, as a result agitated

Look related to the sprites in Chamber of Secrets on Playstation

Textures copy pasted, pavements laneways casements high rises skyscraping

Something like a painting of a hateful place, the furnaces raging with smoke encase

The levees break and the bracing briny change takes place, I wake from dreams drenched

Swearing future abstention, once the catarrh clears its back with a vengeance

Sucking on the pen until I was legless, sight light dependent I’m not Legolas.