The pleading look in the eyes of your victim as you continue to hold him under water and he gasps for breath only to receive choking water into his dying lungs... A part of me died as I lay in the water this morning realising that the happiness I seek is a fools dream, and the happiness I have is but an illusion. I am the only actor in my play, and I am he who writes the script. I have complete control over the words, but regardless of what I write, I still remain the sole protagonist except for my many alter egos, one of which lives no more.