Welcome To Lady Death"s World

Hey there. My name is Jessica. I live in charlotte and I am 20 years old.
This web site is for my artwork and writing.I hope to add alot of things on
here by the time I am finished with it. I dont know if this is going to
work but I am going to give it a try.You want to know more about
me dont you.. Well there is not much to say about me. I have
been doing artwork for about 8 years and writing for about 11 years.
I like to write poetry. Most of the poetry I write is very dark at times.
Here are a few poems I wrote.


Me Pretending


This is me pretending.
Living in a dream.
Then I realized it
is not a dream that I am living.
I have really messed up
things this time.
I am all alone now.
I wish I had not done
the things that I did to you.
I wish I did not feel
like I missed something.
I wish I had someone
I could go home to at night.
I look outside.
Only to see the white snow
falling to the ground.
I wish at that moment
I had someone I could talk to.
I would give it all away
just to have someone.
I wish I had someone
that would hold me.
I wish I had not
messed things up like I did.
I would take all the things
I had said back.
I only wish now.
This is me pretending to be happy.
When I really am not.
I am tired of pretending.
Now this is the true me.
Sad and lonely.
I will be here for all eternity.
Wishing as I do now.
But there is nothing I can do.
You are gone and I am still here.
You are happy and I am not.
This was not meant to be.
This is not a dream anymore.
It is real.
Now I have to deal with it.




Wicked


I am not of this world.
I unleash the wicked side of the human race.
I raise the dead in the night under the sweet moon.
The moon is cold to the touch.
Sinful to look at.
The clocks strokes midnight and I am no more the sweet one that you know.
I turn cold.
As the moon gets brighter the wicker I get.
For I am not normal.
And never have been.
I ride the night.
My blood turns cold.
My soul disappears.
My heart is gone.
I am not the one you knew.
I am the wicked one of the sweet cold night.
I control the night now.
People say that I am the devil herself.
I dont disagree with people with that.
People fear me.
People run away when I am walking for they know that I am nothing more than pure evil.
I hear their hearts beating.
I hear the animals cry for me at night.
I see the un-dead come alive.
I control the night and everything in the night.
I sleep in the day.
I cannt say that I miss the day much or at all.
For I am in love with the night.
I have turned into darkness.
I am not wo I was.
I never will be that person you knew at one time.
I have changed.
My once blue eyes have turned black.
As black as the night.
My skin is white as snow and as cold as the artic.
My blood is not red.
My blood is a dark blue.
I am twisted.
And have always been.
But I never let myself out.
And now that is all that is left of me is my wicked self.
I scare people for the fun of it.
They talk about me.
They say I am not normal, I am not right in the head.
And it is true.
I have turned into something un-known to the human race.
I have no fear.
I have no pain.
I have no life.
For I am now the un-dead.
I am the wicked one of the night.

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