I feel the weight of a man
Weighing me down to the ground
The man looks awfully familiar
Cheekbones decorated with dry asphalt
Eyes of a former dead sergeant
Tears diluted with arterial blood
I look at him and I see myself
A future permeated by embarrassment
Perception embellished with infidelity
A mind truly absent of simplicity
A man who once sold his heart for his pride
Content living without a soul
As his pride remains intact
I feel the weight of a man
Weighing me down to the ground
And furthermore into my grave
The demon that awaits seems deceitful
But for what is deceit if things seem as they are?
There lies the ambiguity of demons

I just hope he isn't me.