Emilie Autumn Poem: Ghost

Ghost,

Did you know sometimes it frightens me

when you say my name and I can’t see you

will you ever learn to materialize before you speak

impetuous boy, if that’s what you really are

how many centuries since you’ve climbed a balcony

or do you do this every night with someone else

you tell me that you never leave

and I am almost afraid to believe it

why is it me you’ve chosen to follow

did you like the way I look when I am sleeping

was my hair more fun to tangle

are my dreams more entertaining

do you laugh when I’m complaining that I’m all alone

where were you when I searched the sea

for a friend to talk to me

in a year where will you be

is it enough for you to steal into my mind

filling up my page with music written in my hand

you know I’ll take the credit for I must have made you come to me somehow

but please try to close the curtains when you leave at night

or I’ll have to find someone to stay and warm me

will you always attend my midnight tea parties

as long as I set your place

if one day your sugar sits untouched

will you have gone forever

would you miss me in a thousand years

when you will dry another’s tears

but you say you’ll never leave me

and I wonder if you’ll have the decency

to pass through my wall to the next room

while I dress for dinner

but when I’m stuck in conversation

with stuffed shirts whose adoration

hurts my ears, where are you then

can’t you cut in when I dance with other men

it’s too late not to interfere with my life

you’ve already made me a most unsuitable wife

for any man who wants to be the first his bride has slept with

and you can’t just fly into people’s bedrooms

then expect them to calmly wave goodbye

you’ve changed the course of history

and didn’t even try

where are you now

standing behind me

taking my hand

come and remind me

who you are

have you traveled far

are you made of stardust too

are the angels after you

tell me what I am to do

but until then I’ll save your side of the bed

just come and sing me to sleep

Emilie Autumn Start Another Story

[Sir Edward, Ambassador of the League of Asylum Plague Rats:]

Start at the beginning, finish at the end

Everything you’ll tell them is true, nothing is pretend

But when you long to come running back, remember

This is now, that was then

Yesterday will find you, where you’ve been before

Let the past remind you what’s done

Now look for something more

There’s a place I can almost see before us

Never if, only when

Start another story, tell it as you go

Make a happy ending, or sad

Tell it how you know

Just remember a day gone by is never really gone

If your tale goes on

If your tale goes…

Emilie Autumn Marry Me

Marry me, he said, through his rotten teeth, bad breath, and then

Marry me instead of that strapping young goatherd, but when

I was in his bed, and my father had sold me

I knew I hadn’t any choice, hushed my voice, did what any girl would do and

When I’m beheaded at least I was wedded

And when I am buried at least I was married

I’ll hide my behavior with wine as my savior

But, oh, what beautiful things I’ll wear

What beautiful dresses and hair

I’m lucky to share his bed

Especially since I’ll soon be dead

Marry me, he said, god, he’s ugly, but fortune is ours

Running in the gardens enjoying men, women, and flowers

Then I break a glass and I slit my own innermost thigh

So that I can pretend that I’m menstru…well, unavailable

My life is arranged but this union’s deranged

So I’ll fuck who I choose for I’ve nothing to lose

And when master’s displeased I’ll be down on my knees again

Oh, what beautiful things I’ll wear

What beautiful dresses and hair

I’m lucky to share his bed

Especially since I’ll soon be dead

When dining on peacock I know I won’t swallow

Through balls, births, and bridge games I know what will follow

We’re coupled together through hell, hurt, and hunger

Or at least until husband finds someone younger

Yes, fertilization is part of my station

I laugh as he drabs me in anticipation

Of sons who will run things when I’m under covers

But whose children are they? Why, mine and my lover’s!

But, oh, what beautiful things I’ll wear

What beautiful dresses and hair

I’m lucky to share his bed

Especially since I’ll soon be dead

What beautiful things I’ll wear

What beautiful dresses and hair

I’m lucky to share his bed

So why do I wish I was…

Emilie Autumn The Key

I hear her footsteps running towards me down the hall

And by the lantern light I see her body fall

She reaches out to me, the Ward Key in her hand

She speaks to me in noises I don’t understand

The key that taunted me, the key that drove me mad

The key that murdered any freedom I once had

Is offered to me now, can this be but a dream?

My trance is broken by this woman’s dying scream

The key now in my hand from Quarantine I race

And when I reach the landing every ghostly face

Is waiting for me there commanding me to RUN

The walls are lifting, lockdown’s already begun

The staircase shatters as my fate I fly to meet

The wood is splintering beneath my stocking feet

At last I’m past the gate, at last I’m at the cell

That’s kept me from the sun and hidden me in Hell

The key that locked us in is now what sets us free

The inmates have emerged and now they look to me

To lead them to the light, to lead them to the door

But as we flee I trip and fall down to the floor

Now, as I hit the ground, as painfully I land

The key for which I’ve waited years shoots from my hand

Then, quick as lightning strikes, the Doctor’s heavy shoe

Comes down upon the key concealing it from view

His eyes are burning red with madness, this is when

He picks it up and turns to lock us in again

I leap upon him for I’ve nothing left to lose

He overpowers me and asks the girls to choose

He runs his blade across my throat as if to say

That he will take my life if they don’t walk away

Retreat they do at once, without a second thought

They only know that we were free and now we’re not

And then I feel my darling Annie’s Master Key

From all those years ago, still tied above my knee

It glows against my skin but doesn’t cause me pain

What happens next I cannot possibly explain

It pulls me from the floor, it pulls me towards the gate

It fits into the lock and every last inmate

Is breathless as the bars swing open with a creak

And no one’s seen to move, and no one’s heard to speak

Then, all at once, the clock from fifty floors below

Is loudly striking four, and suddenly I know

What must be done – there can be no one left alive

The doctors all must die if we are to survive

It’s Time to show our strength

It’s Time that we unite

It’s Time to change the game

It’s Time we learn to fight

It’s Time this house is ours

It’s Time we take it back

It’s Time for bloody war

IT’S TIME FOR THE ATTACK!

Emilie Autumn Epilogue: What If

Here you sit in your high-backed chair

Wonder how the view is from there

I wouldn’t know ’cause I like to sit

Upon the floor, yeah upon the floor

If you like we could play a game

Let’s pretend that we are the same

But you will have to look much closer

Than you do, closer than you do

And I’m far too tired to stay here anymore

And I don’t care what you think anyway

‘Cause I think you were wrong about me

Yeah, what if you were, what if you were?

And what if I’m a snowstorm burning?

What if I’m a world unturning?

What if I’m an ocean, far too shallow, much too deep?

What if I’m the kindest demon,

Something you may not believe in?

What if I’m a siren singing gentlemen to sleep?

I know you’ve got it figured out

Tell me what I am all about

And I just might learn a thing or two

Hundred about you, maybe about you

I’m the end of your telescope

I don’t change just to suit your vision

‘Cause I am bound by a fraying rope

Around my hands, tied around my hands

And you close your eyes when I say I’m breaking free

And put your hands over both your ears

Because you cannot stand to believe I’m not

The perfect girl you thought

Well what have I got to lose?

And what if I’m a weeping willow

Laughing tears upon my pillow?

What if I’m a socialite who wants to be alone?

What if I’m a toothless leopard?

What if I’m a sheepless shepherd?

What if I’m an angel without wings to take me home?

You don’t know me

Never will, never will

I’m outside your picture frame

And the glass is breaking now

You can’t see me

Never will, never will

If you’re never gonna see

What if I’m a crowded desert,

Too much pain with little pleasure?

What if I’m the nicest place you never want to go?

What if I don’t know who I am?

Will that keep us both from trying

To find out and when you have

Be sure to let me know

What if I’m a snowstorm burning?

What if I’m a world unturning?

What if I’m an ocean, far too shallow, much too deep?

What if I’m the kindest demon,

Something you may not believe in?

What if I’m a siren singing gentlemen to sleep?

Sleep

Sleep

Emilie Autumn By The Sword

“Days of old”

I tell my restless mind

Searching mountains

Fields

And meadows green

What is it

My heart can hope to find

All that I long for

I have never seen

Tales of glory written in the dust

Tapestries of deepest purple gold

Legends carved in stone

Tell me I must

Journey through the mist

And bitter cold

But in this brotherhood

I still believe

And for the ones we’ve lost

My soul will grieve

Yet through the world alone I wander

For I know somewhere

I will find my brothers

By the sword

I swear

In my memory

Awakening

Like a dream too sweet

To cast away

Shadows of the past begin to sing

Calling out to me

In their gallant way

Come away with us

Brother in arms

Through the seas of silver

Fields of gold

Join us as we battle those who harm

And fight with valour as

In days of old

But in this brotherhood

I still believe

And for the ones we’ve lost

My soul will grieve

Yet through the world alone I wander

For I know somewhere

I will find my brothers

By the sword

I swear

Seeking in the corners of the earth

My companions

I have never known

Blindly running forth

Is honor worth

Endless hours of silence spent

Alone?

But in this brotherhood

I still believe

And for the ones we’ve lost

My soul will grieve

Yet through the world alone I wander

For I know somewhere

I will find my brothers

By the sword

I swear

Rescue damsels fine

And maidens fair

Free the noble

Who have done no wrong

Though it seems the world

May little care

Some are left that to

The Round belong

But in this brotherhood

We still believe

(I still believe)

And for the ones we’ve lost

Our souls will grieve

(My soul will grieve)

Yet through the world alone we wander

For we know somewhere

We will find our brothers

By the sword we swear

By the sword I swear

I will find my brothers

I will find my sisters

I will find my brothers

I will find my sisters

By the sword I swear

Emilie Autumn O Mistress Mine

O mistress mine, where are you roaming?

O stay and hear! Your true love’s coming

That can sing both high and low;

Trip no further, pretty sweeting,

Journeys end in lovers meeting,

Every wise man’s son doth know.

What is love? ‘Tis not hereafter;

Present mirth hath present laughter;

What’s to come is still unsure…

In delay there lies no plenty;

Then come kiss me, Sweet-and-twenty,

Youth’s a stuff will not endure.

Emilie Autumn Rapunzel

In the court yard

use to sing as loud as she could

locked away here

she’s been quite lovely and good

but no one listens now

she’s lost her voice

she had no choice

if you sing loud and clear

someone passing by

will surely hear you

no you can’t be afraid

if you ever want

somebody hear you

if you sing loud and clear

someone passing by

will surely hear you

no you can’t be afraid

tour the curtain

put her hand outside

of the frame

let her hair down

sang all day

and nobody came

but when the sun went down

the stars came out

she heard them shout

if you sing loud and clear

someone passing by

will surely hear you

no you can’t be afraid

if you ever want

somebody hear you

if you sing loud and clear

someone passing by

will surely hear you

no you can’t be afraid

but when the sun went down the stars came out she heard them shout

if you sing loud and clear

someone passing by

will surely hear you

no you can’t be afraid

if you ever want

somebody hear you

if you sing loud and clear

someone passing by

will surely hear you

no you can’t be afraid

Emilie Autumn Photographic Memory

You’re not so far away

You’re sitting in the space between the night and day

And so I’ll wait for the sound of your footsteps

The tea that’s brewed too strong

The part of me that’s waited patiently for oh so long

At least I try

But I’m relying

On my photographic memory

While painfully realizing

It’s not all that it’s cracked up to be

And falling’s just another way to fly

I wonder why it’s never easier than

The first time

Emilie Autumn Gaslight

The wheels are turning

Broken machinery

It grinds below us

And all around I see

The crooked ceiling

The old familiar halls

The dirty paper

That’s covering the walls

The shattered staircase

The bed I’m bleeding in

We’ve tried to fight this

But we can never win

And in the gaslight that brings both life and death

If it’s like last night this could be my last breath

And so I hold tight to any hands I see

But nothing’s alright they’re always watching me

And no one’s coming, coming to take me home

And no one’s coming, coming to take me home

He takes my picture

Although I don’t know why

His hands are shaking

Although I see him try

To look collected

He thinks it doesn’t show

We are connected

But what he doesn’t know

Is when the guard comes

To take me away

I will be tortured

Until the break of day

And in the gaslight that brings both life and death

If it’s like last night this could be my last breath

And so I hold tight to any hands I see

But nothing’s alright they’re always watching me

And no one’s coming, coming to take me home

And no one’s coming, coming to take me home

He’s at the window

He’s always looking down

As we are beaten

How can this fucking town

Not know what’s happening

To all their little girls

They’ve got the Pirate

They’re cutting off her curls

And she is screaming

They won’t leave her alone

And I am dreaming

Of joys I’ve never known

At least I’m breathing

At least I have my wits

But when the cart comes

Who’s buried in the pits

Below my window

I hear a horse go by

And in the next cell

An inmate starts to cry

We try our best though

To quiet down the fuss

We know tomorrow

It could be one of us

And in the gaslight that brings both life and death

If it’s like last night, this could be my last breath

And so I hold tight to any hands I see

But nothing’s alright they’re always watching me

And no one’s coming, coming to take me home

And no one’s coming, coming to take me home

And no one’s coming, coming to take me home