Do Not Knock, No One Is Home Poem by Mori Myth

A McBride is no more a loving partner
Than a McMansion is a home
The place where consideration should be
Instead holds plots and selfish stones

Your castle holds no opulence
Your empty halls no warmth
Seeking heat from absent hearts
Leaves only bullet holes

The damage has been done
Yet you keep coming back for more
The horse is already dead
And yet to you it's worth a war

It seems no logic turns your tides
No damage worthy to mourn
The only thing worth mourning here
Is the time we wasted forlorn

The lion leads no army
He holds no candles, empty hands
Reach to grasp, possess, and last
As long as you can stand.

No trial nor error will make this man
Respect a woman's love
Yours is not that special, promise
You'll burn up in the sun.

Keep playing these games of insanity
You'll end up with white coat prizes.
Take it from the one on the other side
How worthy do you consider life is?

Spring the bear trap, surely
It won't end like it has for them
Because you must be built different
To climb into the jaws again.

Go ahead, fuck around
Go ahead, find out
Reach your hand in
Get bit, jump in, and drown.