Bright Beam, Sunny| Bright Beam
by Simillacrum
Had a thicc fog,
had a dark bog
and its bad, bad
presence, manifest
and molest me.
Here I thought it left me.
I think leaves me over,
over and over, again.
Had its tendrils
fill the holes full,
fill me with hope,
pull out suddenly
and depress me.
I thought it came for me,
turns out it does leave,
turns out it leaves,
most likely, when I need it.
So,
Bright Beam,
I offer you refuge,
I offer you my bad blood,
If you'll only do
What I need done
I offer you my ill love,
I offer you deluge,
Bright Beam,
So,
Please,
Fill me up.