My psychedelic frog is lost
he must be found at any cost...

Menacing whispers, come to haunt.
My mind emits a dark silhouette...

when I last slipped up-
It was like black-ice...

Like being caught out in the rain
I was soaked; in pitiless shame...

She sends a message
with breath blowing hot and cold...

As seasons pass, there is a day,
I’ll visit where, your bones now lay...

the roses in your cheeks faded
changing colour...

digging deep into
her pockets she pulls out handfuls...

I stand at my window
and gaze...

A storm arrives-
lightening flashes...

demons encroach upon my mind
a stomping ground for reapers of darkness...

A splash of rainfall
wetting natures appetite...