I walk down the street,
slowly green eyes watch me,
I hurry faster,
the eyes turn red.

I fly past shops,
a snarling sound,
red eyes approach,
I know my demon watches,
yet I do not flee.

My demon watches me,
I stare right back,
those bloody eyes once friendly,
I want that lovely green,
I want that blonde haired dream.

As if I wished upon a star,
red eyes shift to green eyes,
blonde hair turns deathly black,
then I realize it's me looking back.

It wasn't him,
it was the shadow staring back at me.