The Assassin

Slowly, openly stalking you, waiting for the perfect opportunity to take you out. 

It toys with you, 

Passing you by so very unexpectedly, 

Sometimes lingering longer than usual,

 Testing your character and wits...

 Strangely, you look for it when things seem bleak and uncertain. 

Or when things blissfully go your way. 

But yet you knowingly let it sneak up on you when you get lazy...

Men talk of killing time, while time quietly kills them.

~Dion Boucicault~