Ask Alice.

You said, the cinders are falling like snow. There is poetry in despair and we sang with unrivaled beauty. Bitter elegies of savagery, of blue and grey..- Davey Havok.
Who knows, maybe I'm afraid of falling asleep. I don't feel it though, I just can't stop my mind from racing. Random lyrics pop into my head, makes me feel tired. My head hurts, too much thinking. I listen to Davey sing, I take comfort in his angelic voice. Words unspoken speak to me, hidden between the lines. He's haunted just like us, our ghosts rippling just beneath the surface of our souls. No angels here, just us chickens with crazies for mothers. Piano strains can be heard in the distance. They get farther and farther away, as the dawn approaches. I have so many thoughts going through my head when I lay down. Maybe I should start carrying around a notebook and write them down so they don't bounce around all day, gaining momentum until they get released when my walls come down. Sigh, tension headaches are no good, have a feeling I'll be up till dawn again. Sometimes I don't like myself, of the things that float in my head, things I'll never tell another soul. Well, maybe not today. I forget right after, but it's still with me. Watching me, waiting until I get weak. I thought that it would end but looks can be decieving. Leave a coin on my eyelids and let me pass peacefully. Here we go again, who are you? I'm out of my mind. Hope this makes sense to SOMEBODY. It's a little confusing to me, and I said it. Why do people in glass houses still throw their stones? Does it feel good? Where's the Advil? Do you think people will still be around when the see the darker side of you? They say they will but.. look at this. You never know. I don't like not knowing but I don't want to know either. You can't have your cake and eat it too. I don't think I know who the real me is. I've changed, I can see that. I want to know now, what I'll know later. It'll save me some time and heartache. But that's all life is, isn't it? Making mistakes one after another, not stopping until you die and then it's off to another life to do the same. Good thing most of us don't remember our past lives. If we did, we'd all go nuts remembering all the bad stuff we did. Unless you have no heart. Then you won't care. If you go chase rabbits, be aware that you'll find what you don't want to know. And you can't give it back. Bag of lazy bones, get up! I always cry alone.