Why Hints

I won't spit out the truth
Despite of what you use
I might not listen up

A miss too much.

It wouldn't end up right
Your words are no insight
You're just not cold enough

A know too much.

Presumptuous might it seem
It's best that so you think
Believe me, I'm a moon

A catch too much.

Don't ask me what I saw
It's deeply far from raw
Guess till you've had enough

A hear too much.

Little I know about this
Keep up with all your bliss
I might give you a smile

A read too much.

A tesla coil I am
A frequency AM
You'll never hear me sing

A sing too much.

Arkham Asylum

I want your queen ran out of squares
Want you to suffer countless deaths
Bathed in blood, you'll be redeemed
Your shadows therefore tiny, thin.

I need your king sat on zugzwang
Need your yin side swallowed by yang
For only then, I'll put you free
Behold your dreams — Reality.