Truth

Words are dumb as hearts are dumb as tongues are dumb when they're removed

The Mute who never stops talking the talk
with the cripple who never stops walking the walk
Find that the only color shared in yin and yang is the irony
That neither are being what they are

Born a brute but choosing to be a bard instead of an ogre
Living your life as a lie
Saying it's more beautiful
Leaves you a fool who never loved themselves
Until the day it's over

What witch would you ever guide
Would you ever give your sage advice
That she use her soul-scrying orb upon herself
Take a razor to it's mirrored depths
Cut away to pay her debts
Until she becomes a better self

What then would her contracts be

With the devil on her shoulder unused
It's cunning wry advice replaced with silence that's bemused
What then would her contracts be

Tossed away
The legacy
Of that baby whom she slew
As a ritual to her lord
With jagged knife 
On fullest moon

What then would be the meaning

Of the babe
Of the death

And of the witch