How does it feel to drown?
I haven't the slightest clue.
Maybe I do, but I mustn't mind the sensation.
Torture me if you will.
The pain amuses me.
Take everything away from me-- that is if you can find anything.
I have nothing to lose anymore.
Absolutely nothing.
I had hardly anything to begin with.
The rest of it? Well, I've burned it all to the ground.
You can't erase me from the face of the earth.
I was never written on it.
I can't leave anything behind when everything stands before me.
You say I'm out of my mind, but I don't think I've ever had one of those.
You said my heart should probably be broken by now,
But I mustn't have one of those either because I'm just over here laughing.
Laughing at the flaws and scars. Laughing at the pain.
Laughing at the things I've lost and things I'll never gain.
Laughing in spite of myself, as you stand here wondering who's really got the upper hand.
When all your attacks are futile because I'm begging you to try harder.
I've apparently lost all feeling.
Maybe I've gone mad.
Absolutely mad.
Crazy, delusional, demented, even.
Here I go, drowning in my madness.
But, just like a fish out of water,
I've learned to swim in air.
