**** you
Drained me again
Dodging twisted telepathy
Pickled in the murky brine
Left to rot in your mind

On your knees prostrate
In the kingdom fields
Satisfied to look through the glass
Darkly so long as the glass
Is a mirror

You wear me out
You wear me out

David sang of evil men
In psalms of praise and truth
Beginning to think
You're one of them
The king was singing of you

And who are you?
Do you know?
Is it you these words portray?
This is not your mirror
Precious and beloved
A transparent pane