This & Everything

Open eyes that gaze at me.

Shadows running on the wall.

Paranoia drags me down,

no one will ever hear my call.

Spider spins her masterpiece.

We are friends, or so it seems.

We talk of politics and sins,

we talk of this and everything.

The moon is shining, stars are bright.

Someone is leaving for the door.

The spirits talk of disbelieve

as no one knows them any more.

My greatest friend is myself,

I don’t need anybody else.

I know my politics and sins,

I know this and everything.