66 the devils advocate - ©möhmōh

Can you hear the beckoned call?

The whispers woven through the sprawl.

The sirens screech succumb your thrall.

The shortening: of what stood tall.

And then you taste the blissful fall;

Within it winds a drunken drawl.

A darkness drains your light in all:

And with it earnt a rancid haul…

66 the devils advocate - ©möhmōh
  • recycled tonic bottles
  • oak
  • birch