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.»