Chapter 419
All Of The Night
Like some kind of drug
It seems to feed the hunt
The more that you get
The more that you want
Some can want more
Than they already have
They end up with less
As their love they halve
You know what is there
You need not seek any further
Be weary of what you do
Before a heart you murder
Do what is right
You know it is true
There is only but one
Who truly loves you
The search has ended
It has become finite
You have found the one to spend
All of the night
Nobody