The devil's shadow
follows me,
reaching across the road.
It follows me,
hovering over my head
watching my legs stretch
faster with every stride.
He follows me,
hearing my breathe
increasing as I leave
my calmed state
in a flustered worry,
at the embrace of death.

I see the devil
in the mirror
and in my reflection.
I feel it slide through
my veins, and out
the pours of my skin.
I feel him in in every
empty portion of my being,
every lost thought,
every lack of life,
telling me to
embrace death
as if it were my last friend.
and, for all I know,
The devil is my only friend,
and in death,
I embrace.