Like Time, he is a constant in my life.
Sometimes he stays in the shadows coiled tightly, as he tracks my form with his eyes that shine with sadistic pleasure, waiting for his opportunity to strike.
Other times he dances around me with a smile in grand gestures that speak of ease but never in these moments does he face away from me. It's these times that I fear him the most.
All the while, he dances to the same tune; a simple one that is predictable and easy for me to fall for as I move closer to him like a moth drawn to a flame.
Until suddenly he's snapping his jaws and sinking rotten teeth past my fragile skin until it feels muscles shredding and I hear the sickening snap of my own neck break.
When I wake up next I try to avoid him, but his presence is always a close constant.