Stolen from moofable :
Put your MP3 player on shuffle, and write down the first line of the first twenty songs. Post the poem that results. The first line of the twenty-first is the title.
Into the distance, a ribbon of black
Everything has to gone to pieces
The flowers you gave me are just about to die
You let me violate you
I used to rule the world.
This time, this place
You're the kind of friend who always bends when I'm broken.
He's a stranger to some and a vision to none.
For what you did to me
I was waiting for so long for a miracle to come
Put me out with the waste.
I'm so tired of being here.
I'm not the one who's so far away
Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road
In this farewell there is no blood.
Do you have the time to listen to me whine
Long ago just like the hearse you'd die to get in again.
Coming up only to hold you under
I woke the other day.