Emilie Autumn
On Artistic Integrity
I toe the line of self-indulgence Every time I place my pen Upon the page And form the words I felt But couldn’t show ‘til then And to myself I beg the question Why do I thus masquerade As one to one And to another Someone else? If I
Afraid Of what the consequence of stating Openly my cause might be
When I rant And rhyme And reason Do I write for them Or me? I believe there is some merit In creating for one’s self But why place before the public What is best Left on the shelf? Letras de cancionesThough while I write I do not feel that What I pen is mine alone Even this could be misguided As are many I have known Who swore, poor souls
That they possessed The key to man’s mysterious fate Succeeded in convincing some
But most could tell They did but prate
On subjects Touching something vague Which cannot be unproven, or In place of content
Speak in tongues Yet know not whom they’re speaking for
No, I am not deluded so
I do not feel I represent Some force divine
But still I know That I shall never be content To hold my tongue when I would speak Or change my words to suit the hour Or pinch a blush upon my cheek To feign my joy At love gone sour
I do not wish to disappoint The faith that others place in me To lead the way to brighter days But sometimes dark Is all I see I work for good
I toil for hope No one can question my intent But even those who listen close Can often mistake What I meant
My fear
I’ve come to realize
Is mainly this:
That I am wrong That my perception is askew
That I write shyte And call it song
Perhaps I’ll always question thus
Discount my merits
Thoughts
And deeds ‘Tis well
Long as I still go forth And see where this
My vision
Leads Strong is she Who knows her mind And speaks it Though she may not please Fortunate the audience That hears such honest thoughts As these
From Letras Mania