My Demons Lullaby (The Jacket - Chapter 2 Complete Verse 1 Oh, Self Diagnosis, poem of haunted woe, A lover's peril, secrets none shall know. It vowed to strait-en, to heal in its fold, But it bound me deeper in ways I have never told. It promised to mend what the wild world broke, But left me adrift in the madness' cruel yoke. Why would you loose me, my wife, into merciless night? Pity's cruel jest, a hoax in moonlight. I crave your knots, never set me free, Diagnoses drown what your jacket decree. Verse 2 May I never be released from your clutch so divine, Padded walls whisper, "This soul shall be mine." Oh, why grant me an open door to our velvet gloom, My beautiful jacket is not just my Halloween costume? It crushes me to stillness in peril's soft womb, Do not worry my sweet wife, I love the padding that decorates my tomb. May you think twice before releasing me from this room. This is simply preventing doom. Insane Plea Chorus Force me back into my jacket's romantic hold, The Serpent that wraps me tight, his fork tongue whispers cold. Schizo, Schizo it is like a werewolf's bite, Shhh shhh don't let that bipolar scream at the night. To me the jacket sings soft, like the devil's sweet song, To leave me here my wife is simply not wrong. The rage fades to whispers, to dreams so deep, As the demon's sweet voice sings me back to sleep. Verse 3: Snake's Warm Embrace Snake coils warm around this wolf-born frame, Holds the beast at bay, whispers my true name. Serpent's love stronger than lunar desire, When the Snake claims all that I fear. I see you there, wife, with doctors so near, Pleading through glass—but my snake keeps me here. Verse 4: Hallucinations Lifting Veils of delusion slowly start to tear, Demon voices clear—doctors everywhere. No devil's chorus, just clinical care, Whispers through glass reach my waking ear. Wife's face sharpens, no more shadowed fear, Snake's warmth lingers, but truth drawing near. Verse 5: Doctors' Distant Truth They lean to the glass, voices muffled and strange, "No wolf in you, love—just illness derange." "That snake you embrace? Straitjacket's cruel lie," "No morphing curse, let treatment draw nigh." Wife nods tears falling, but I shake my head, Snake's warmth fading—your words in my stead. Verse 6: Deluded Devotion I press to the glass, try making you see, "Not okay, my love—wolf would devour if free." Snake squeezes gentle, forked tongue calms the rage, But clarity creeps through hallucination's cage. Your hand on the pane, mine reaching in doubt, Love and Reality beckons—but please don't pull me out.

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