Going home can be problematic

walk me home, wherever that is
walk me home in the frigid wind
through the skyscrapers that never ask how we feel
meandering through the memories of what we used to be

I used to dream of so much more
so much more than lonely nights and
liquor bottles on the side of an empty road
so much more than this seemingly endless river
I'm struggling to reach the shore
I'm struggling to stay afloat
but on and on it flows and it flows

brief crests and sustained lows
have rendered the last of my energy stores vacant
carve my flaws into the bedroom walls
and then wonder why I can't sleep at night
Nascent to me this sadness is, tiring my bloody brains out
Patient, I shall wait for my shame to drain out
I'll space out till I fade out without a significant legacy
Make out with death, till I takeout myself
Entrapped with everyone else, in the chains of holy fallacies
There's no point of seeking the truth in a virtual reality

Self-aware characters quit the game before it's over.