Off The Edge

They were walking through the dark grey grass,where the stars flicker and shine to the way the sun is positioned in the night sky. This makes all the sence that one has thought would be sick and twisted. No more trees will flow while these thoughts are flowing through the milky way. Welcome to the black parade she says, more or less so the parade was run down by a very dark disease that flows like a white river. This is only the beginning of a never ending edge.