Faint us, or dead memories?

 

Either those nights are hazy enough,

Or hazed is the soul,

That we fail to reminisce,

Who lies above,

And who within the grave,

Faint us, or dead memories?

 

Either the darkness brings silences,

Or the silences bring the darkness,

That we can’t see,

Whose eyes are mortally misty,

And whose eternally closed,

Faint us, or dead memories?

 

Either we were filled with them,

Or within them, lived our existence

That now we remain incomplete,

Whose soul is stained with the other’s blood

And whose blood rushes no more,

Faint us, or dead memories?

 

Either we had killed them,

Or they killed us,

That together we died,

Whose soul was bearing the pain,

And whose got freedom,

Faint us, or dead memories?