My Chaos Symbol

He is in all eight directions, Appears in any path I may choose, I could walk out into the night, And I would pick him over the stars to be my muse, Everything is changing, And not even he can help it, But even if we burn down in flames, My love for him would be the last thing in that pit, All I need is his arms around me, All I need is his love, All I need is his hand in mine, And I'll be as free as a dove, In all eight directions, He is my infection, But he is all I need