so i'm sittin

in a car

parked outside

the restaurant

and i hear a noise

a giant anaconda

enters the room

and someone shoots it

sirens en route

cover has been blown

led down the corridor

to the underground

market

fresh fruit for sale

lots and lots

of orchards

to buy from

lights fizzling

flickering

drip drip

a timepiece on the wall

strange language spoken

the smell

of foulness

as we head

to the den

doors open

and we are greeted by

beings

things

i've never seen before

garage closes

and we are told to close

our eyes

night vision

is turned on

and an electric

field emerges

from a giant hand

of chaotic

diplomacy

the smell intensifies

and children

sing lullabies

under a spell

their eyes

are not alive

they are dead inside

drained

of the light

why fight

the devil is in the details