The dark can no longer bother you when it is but a mere reflection of what's inside you. It's been so long since you've surrendered to the blackness within that the vice like grip it keeps on your heart has emerged as a second nature. Weep now, strike hard on the feeling, cherish it while the numbness has yet to return. For when it does, the silence shall be deafening echoing through the walls surrounding your core's emptiness. Back to the sleepless nights and quiet desperation.