This is a songfic to Emilie Autumn's Gothic Lolita. I wasn't sure what to put it under, so I put it under M to be extra careful. This is darker than what I've posted on this site, but I was inspired while I was listening to this song. So I hope you like it. When it's like this, it's song lyrics. Like this, memories. How old are you?
I'm older than you'll ever be
I've been dead a thousand years
And lived only two or three
I don't mind telling you
My life was ended by your hand
The kind of murder where nobody dies
But I don't suppose you'd understand
(Call off the search
We've found her)
"Hey sweetie?" dad asked tentatively.
"Huh daddie?" I asked back.
"Can you come here for a second?"
"Sure."
If I am Lolita
Then you are a criminal
And you should be killed
By an army of little girls
The law won't arrest you
The world won't detest you
You never did anything
Any man wouldn't do
"You still like to read, right?" he asked.
"Yea, why?" I asked back.
"You're about to be just like a girl in a book."
"What's the book called?"
"Lolita."
I'm Gothic Lolita
And you are a criminal
I'm not even legal
I'm just a dead little girl
But ruffles and laces
And candy sweet faces
Directed your furtive hand
I perfectly understand
So it's my fault?
No, Gothic Lolita
"You wanted it!" he yelled at me angrily.
"I was ten! Why would I want that?" I shot back just as irately.
"You never stopped me."
"That's because I trusted you."
"No, because you're a stupid worthless slut."
Thank you, kind sirs
You've made me what I am today
A bundle of broken nerves
A mouthful of words I'm still afraid to say
I don't mind telling you
Now that I'm old enough to love
I couldn't begin to even if
My pretty life depended on it
And funny thing, it does
(Call off the search
We've found her)
"AAhhh!" I screamed as Fang grabbed at my waist.
"Sorry…. It's just… so… funny" He said in between laughs.
"It is not."
"So about Friday night…"
"No. I will not go out with you."
"Why? You know I love you. I've told you already."
"I'm sorry Fang. I don't love you."
"Fine then." He said, and then he walked out of my life forever.
If I am Lolita
Then you are a criminal
And you should be killed
By an army of little girls
The law won't arrest you
The world won't detest you
You never did anything
Any man wouldn't do
I'm Gothic Lolita
And you are a criminal
I'm not even legal
I'm just a dead little girl
But ruffles and laces
And candy sweet faces
Directed your furtive hand
I perfectly understand
So it's my fault?
No, Gothic Lolita
I am your sugar
I am your cream
I am your anti-American dream
I am your sugar
I am your cream
I am your worst nightmare
Now scream
"Don't do this, Max." Jeb said calmly, but I could see how scared he was.
"Why? You ruined my life!"
"I'm sorry. Just put the knife down."
"NO!" and with that I stabbed my dad, the man that ruined my life.
If I am Lolita
Then you are a criminal
And you should be killed
By an army of little girls
The law won't arrest you
The world won't detest you
You never did anything
Any man wouldn't do
I'm Gothic Lolita
And you are a criminal
I'm not even legal
I'm just a dead little girl
But ruffles and laces
And candy sweet faces
Directed your furtive hand
I perfectly understand
So it's my fault?
No, Gothic Lolita
"You'll never be able to blame me again."