The Shadow Staring Back at Me

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.