All credits- Teddy ©
made dreams find the legends
as, what is me without you?
When, what is not me,
is a glimpse among your stares,
If night could bleed, if, it could,
this love you feed, would find me.
If you would permit me
to bear the graves of our sleep,
Tonight, midnight will hunt its bride
as, everything that they wish for,
is you in me.