One Little Movement

To your left, to your right.

Under the table, out of sight. Right next to you, watching, waiting.

Now you're on the floor, crying, shaking.

All who read this turned out dead.

Remember you just have to turn your head.

Only one lived, the rest succumbed.

Under his presence, their bodies numbed.

Now your body will never be found.

Damn, all you had to do was turn around.