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.
Emilie AutumnIf leeches ate peaches instead of my blood, then I would be free to drink tea in the mud!
Emilie AutumnWe will paste upon the curled pages words Like charming and romantic and sentimental Forgetting that charming is witchcraft Romantic is love And sentiment is what makes us human
Emilie Autumn