The end of something that was new; the end of something that grew and grew, only to shrivel and die because of the darkness inside.
This Is (Not) The End
The words will never fully fill up the spaces,
In my heart, in my soul;
The words will never fully be the missing pieces,
That I've been looking to cease this endless searching.
I'm looking for something or someone to fill up my essence,
Once and for all.