I have forgiven……my children. I have prayed for their souls in purgatory. It is a matter of time before they will be released, unto heaven or hell. They had sins, their own penitence. I pray in this dark holy temple, with the candles lighting my face. On my knees I pray for their souls in… Continue reading The road to purgatory…
Author: quintessance
I love my fiance', forever....
My little secret…
He was my sister’s friend….about five years older than I was, and I was only 16. I had seen him when he came over to our house. The way he used to look at me, as if he has never seen a girl before….I must say, I enjoyed it. I would walk past the living… Continue reading My little secret…
Hate…
Hate me, Hate myself, Hate my mind, Hate my body,
My last piece of paper
My last piece of paper…what do I use this for? So many things one piece of paper could be used for. So what should I use it for?
The Piano
As he sits at the piano, feeling rejected and lost. This man has noone, he is all alone. All he has is this piano…so he plays passionately, of all the sorrow, pain, and regret. Now he sees in his eyes someone from across the room, the woman he onced loved, she slowly slips out of… Continue reading The Piano
Why am I crying……..
I don’t care about you. I don’t even give a shit that your killing that person. I love the murder. I even love to see you murder your own children.
Pages from my life….
This might be a little boring for some…but I just wanted to share some of the pages from my diary. It is kinda silly and a little confusing, but hey~~>that’s the story of my life. I hope most of you enjoy it.
Why can’t I just do it??
Why can’t I kill myself?? Why do I get scared? I want to do it, but I have such a conscience…I thought I had enough prowess to do it…but I am weak. Sometimes I think maybe if I just hurt myself enough not to die, but make it applicable enough to put me in the… Continue reading Why can’t I just do it??
Dedicated to love…
Where have you gone? I feel you slipping away, Tears falling down as I lay. Heart breaking sadness I feel.. something I want to be feel real.
Alone….
How can I describe being alone… Alone it is when you are blind…it is black and you cannot see anything but total darkness. Alone, being deaf…no sound only complete silence.