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Category: Emilie Autumn

You,” he said, “are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world, and that, I believe, is why you are in so much pain.

You know the games I play And the words I say When I want my own way You know the lies I tell When you’ve gone through hell And I say I can’t stay You know how hard it can be To keep believing in me When everything and everyone Becomes my enemy and when There’s nothing more you can do I’m gonna blame it on you It’s not the way I want to be I only hope that in the end you will see It’s the Opheliac in me

opheliac, truth

You’re so easy to read but the book is boring me.

lyrics, opheliac, truth

History written in pencil is easily erased, but crayon is forever.

crayon, history

My reasons to liveWere my reasons to dieBut at least they were mineNow I’ve freedom unboundCut the laces of life

death, freedom, life

I cut myself because you wouldn’t let me cry.I cried because you wouldn’t let me speak.I spoke because you wouldn’t let me shine.I shone because I thought you loved me…

cry, cut, love, self-harm, shine, speak

I am my heart’s undertaker. Daily I go and retrieve its tattered remains, place them delicately into its little coffin, and bury it in the depths of my memory, only to have to do it all again tomorrow.

heart, love, melancholy

Revenge itself may indeed be the best revenge, but slaying one’s enemy does not give back what they stole.

healing, loss, revenge

DeathWish: You spent some time working with Courtney Love and Billy Corgan on a creative level, how did this experience help your growth as an artist?EA: It didn’t — it stunted it entirely. I gave up over a year of my life and career helping Billy with his flop of an album and designing and building all of the costumes for his music video. With Courtney, we were friends, but I spent years working to record and promote her flop of an album only to find that my value increased every time I peed in an orange juice bottle so that she could fake her way through a drug test. Not exactly a haven for artistic growth.

creativity, growth

He cried when I left, which I find to be standard male behavior.

Why can I never go back to bed? Who’s is the voice ringing in my head? Where is the sense in these desperate dreams? Why should I wake when I’m half past dead?

insanity, insomnia, reality, sleep, wake

Perfume was first created to mask the stench of foul and offensive odors…Spices and bold flavorings were created to mask the taste of putrid and rotting meat…What then was music created for?Was it to drown out the voices of others, or the voices within ourselves?I think I know.

depression, disguise, masks, music, perfume, spices, voices