What is life? We are
Rose petals rotting with the
Corruption of death.
(I’m not really a poetry guy, but it’s been almost a week so I had to post something :-P.)
Edit: Ya know, that thing there’s pretty darn good. But the crazy thing is…it popped into my head all at once, with 80% of the words already in their final positions. Less than a minute of work on my part, from beginning to end. Now, what does it tell you about the nature of the mind that something like that could happen?
It was inspired by Stephen King’s novel Pet Sematary, which is easily in my top 5 booklist now (and I’ve read something like a thousand of em).