Baphomet : Trish

I'm not sure whats going on lately with myself. It seems I've come to a dark spot in my life. Where the insane become comforting and the normal have become the meal on my plate. Hanging pictures of Baphomet with stories of mad men on my walls. But then the White Tara is hanging across from them.

It's something with the winter that makes me want to be alone at all costs, and makes me want to cut off the world on all ends.

Today was the beginning of that time. For when the people point the blame on me, and I then cut down other people in the spirit of the jackals before them.

I find I'm at my best when alone. I am stronger but then always come up short. We'll see.