The Asylum.

Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girl.

Now I've freedom unbound
Cut the laces of life
The pistol
The poison
The noose
Or the knife
I have chosen my instrument
And said no goodbyes
And my frozen pulse quickens
As the black plot thickens.

Emilie Autumn - 306.

The noose. [link]
Blood. [link]
Rat. [link]
Emilie Autumn photos. [link]
Textures.
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