Smoochie

When my personal demons are screaming

And when my door of madness is half-open

You stand alongside

And say something to the effect that everything'll be

Alright

Soon

Smoochie

Chaos attends to creation

And when the shadows inside me vie for attention

You stand alongside

And say something perfect like "concealment feeds the fear."

And hand me a sea peach

And say, "Come, come over here

Smoochie."