"So I guess I’d become what they wanted me to be, a killer. Some rent-a-clown with a gun who puts holes in other bad guys. Well that’s what they had paid for, so in the end that’s what they got." - Max Payne
I woke, cold and alone Adrift in an open sea Caught up in regrets And tangled in nets Instead of your arms wrapped around me And I wept, but my tears are anathema here Just more water to fill my lungs I hear someone scream "God what is it we have done?"