emilie autumn*


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?


“Doll, would you be so kind as to prepare a special greeting for our roving friend, The Agent? Excellent. Then I appoint you to lead the negotiations with Heaven’s number one. There’s a lapdog in the stables tonight. So go, go & talk his head off.”