3 AM

Waking up to the hollow chamber
Feels unfamiliar and undeserved
I created this environment
It needs to be altered
It's in my head
Escaping the dungeon proves a challenge
For days, stranded in an emulated desert
It's always a desert, it's always sand
It's always about time and sadness
It's never positive, it's always negative
It's always pain, it's never healing
It's always trust and never truth
Does God ever throw a bone my way?