emilie autumn*

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The Opheliac archetype in classic art.

And there is no one who can save me.
She sits down to her coloured thread
She knows lovers waking up in their bed
She says, ‘How long can I live this way
Is there no one I can pay to let me go
'Cause I’m half sick of shadows
I wanna see the sky
Everyone else can watch as the sun goes down
So why can’t I?