My eyes are burning red,

my head is filled with dread.

What I want to do instead

of lying in my bed?

The stories are so fleeting,

they do themselves deleting.

This all keeps repeating,

Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.

yet every night, they're greeting.

They don't make sense, you don't believe

the random shit that happens.

One moment I am fighting, cleave!

The next one driving wagons.

I'm drowning now deep in a sea

trying to become a bee

by eating an entire tree

to hide from all the dragons.

I am struggling, fighting mad

with everything I'm doing.

When I wake up I feel so sad,

my strength is not renewing.

Tomorrow is another day,

to wake up less exhausted.

Staring here at this display

making my eyes defrosted.