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."