Tarotsmith Blog

Down the Drain

Who was once a stranger but now a friend;
Who would offer comfort and a helping hand.

There’s no respite from the hauntings of the past;
I’m spinning a yarn that’ll stop when I am dead;
I can hear the humming of the wheel as it turns in my head;
Its like being in like a movie that just won’t end;
I wish there was a way to kill the pain;

To wash my history right down the drain.

**Reference picture borrowed from Lina Andersson’s Gallery with permission. Link provided :

The beast was here all along…