So Love'll Not Tear It Apart Poem by Sotirios Skoufis

Imaginary
I spoke with Mary
She passed the door
On this dead floor

I told her look - what I am doing
in this dead room
- She said I see it-
He's like a groom

You can't imagine
What I have seen
This open wounds
They don't look keen

They are so deep
Deep like a keep
With all its cellars
My poor old sheep

They are so yellow
They are so red
On my dad fellow
He's getting wed

This flesh looks awful
So animal
Though it's so vivid
It's so normal

And then they took him
Out for X-ray
The room was empty
I always pray

I always wonder
When he will live
Leave this old body
My love I give

I crush my spirit
Humble my heart
So love'll not
Tear it apart