When darkness feels warm

From the 9 writings of melancholy

When did the darkness you once called home
Become too cold even for you
You tread inside what you used to contempt
When did you seek beyond its care?
And tread away from how safe it felt
But mark those words for you will know
When you wreck yourself what you built
What you could have seen in the dark
But in the light you couldn't even glimpse
So learn your lesson however you want
For afterwards comes regret
And afterwards darkness feels warm

-Moataz El Sakkar/Poison Prince