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."