THE DAMAGED ROSES
They've found the splinters of lust
In the opened closets.
They're movelessly bleeding in dust,
Like the damaged roses.
No one among living or dead
Could dare to remember
Their last minutes on this doomed land
At the gloom September. 
They were trying to complete the words
To reveal tomorrow...
Do not fear, don't fasten the cords -
Cause they both are gone now,
Singing their unholy song
To the past Messiah,
Lost and nowhere they belong,
Looking for asylum,
For shelter from endless cold rain...
They still trust in Heaven,
But keep reading prayers in vain:
They're exiled forever.