Felt my pulse
And God's absence
But didn't care
much about neither.
Drinking to forget, I did,
Pretending I didn't care.
That it didn't matter to me,
The way it does.
And God is away
And I know it
And God is away
and he wont come back
And God is away
And I see it in my reflecting image
As I leave my heart in the sink
And my guts in the toilet bowl
…
Carsten Thomsen
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pulse-19/
