There Will You Be With Me Always

Seeing you sketched upon the paper window,

Dancing crooked lines at no one's funeral

With eyes already doused, it makes me more sleepy,

Here we will never grow old

Like an image in water

Near a drowning child

The remembering is bleak as death

And the root of my shame,

Running down my face to the deep earth devoid,

Where I don't think I will wake again,

Because this ruin is a dream that doesn't end

Passing painless, and I know, 

There will you be with me always.