By Daniel Groves
ha ha ha
Welcome again
And come on in
It’s only freaks in here
The dark night soothes
And calls your name
You’ve nothing left to fear
Ha Ha Ha ha ha
They never end
Those quiet screams
That fill you up inside
We’ll lend a hand
And pull you in
You’ve no place left to hide
Ha ha ha
The blackness comes
Envelopes you
It blankets you and all
We’re here to stay
Get comfy, son
There’s no one left to call
Ha ha ha ha ha HA HA
We’ve chosen you
Won’t let you go
Your trapped in our embrace
Turn off your mind
Blot out your thoughts
The music’s left to face
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha HA HA HA HA HA HAAAAAAAA
Daniel Groves is an emerging author from Ohio whose work appears in Roi Faineant Press, The Minison Project, Erato Magazine, Filter Coffee Zine, and BUBBLE Magazine. He is a writer who is different and enjoys being that way. He believes that we should bring back carrier pigeons as a reliable method of communication, feels there should be no word limit restrictions regarding submitting fiction to literary magazines, loves both singing and sports, and is apparently a collector of college degrees (so far owning three). He continues to write for himself and finds happiness in the process.
He can be found on Twitter.