Dark As Death

It wasn't like darkness, it was darkness. In the same way that corpses aren't a strange facsimile of death, but rather exist as the honest-to-God-and-Betsy real-life examples of actual death. It wasn't pitchy, sooty, gloomy, dawn-grey darkness, but just the pure darkness that fountains up in the utter absence of any form of light. It's so pure a form of darkness that even the glowing eyes of devil and demons are washed away in the nothingness. If you have ever feared darkness, this is what you feared.

Though I am blind in the darkness I shudder with fear
Cold shivering atrophy is slow upon me
But the not seeing leads to not seeing leads to
Darkness
Pure and total,
Not any of that poor, degenerate shit your children fear
All covered in night-lights, city glow, and light pollution.
Stick them in a box, ten feet under ground, and they'll remember their metaphors properly.