Fading of Light (Regret)

I'll keep in mind the below comment - these are cinquains.

Take with salt; yadda yadda.

Cinquain reference(for my own benefit):
1. unstressed-stressed or short-long (iambic)
Then 2 stresses, 3 stresses, 4 stresses, one.

Alright. I don't usually use such explicit forms. This will be interesting.

I grasp
The final ten-
drils, extending dying
hands. Light then recedes, dwindling ;
Devoid.

Phhaw... Well. Already the meter doesn't follow what I found online. -_-'
It goes fine in the first and second stanzas, but the third and fourth are each short a stress. (bolded for reference.) This could be purposeful. I don't know. I don't do meters. -_-

Anyway. Otherwise, dying hands extend to grasp the last light; then darkness. Good. No qualms, quibbles, or scribbles.

Once dark,
Black consumes me,
Shut.ting my eyes to all;
Blindly, I stumble, feeling for
The switch.

Okay, stresses so far: 1-2-2-3-1, 1-2-2-3-1.
I suppose "eyes" may be stressed... My scansion skills are meager. It doesn't feel stressed.

Meter aside: "Once dark, black consumes me, shutting my eyes"
I think by "Once dark" you mean "once it is dark." Unfortunately, that does not follow without those nasty extra syllables. Consider: "Now dark, black consumes me..."

Holistically: the dark was unexpected - blown fuse or tripped circuit, yeah?; instead, you just "flip the switch." I immediately think lightswitch. Could be circuit. Unclear. Hrm.

The switch
To make it all
Vanish, to show the way
out of calloused mazes , lurk.ing
beneath.

Meter? Ain't nobody. Ain't. Nobody.

I'mma do it anyway, because I feel like I should... 1-2-1-4-1. This one really gets me. The stress on "van" is questionable; perhaps you are suggesting a stress on "to" or "the"? "Show" and "way" are both... unstressed. "Lurking" is two stresses for one.

"calloused mazes" could be a reference I'm not catching, or it could just be poor diction. I favor the latter, but I'm biased towards myself. I think you were just looking for a stressed syllable that sounded nice.

Shrink.ing,
My eyes drink in
The warm light, only to find that
It’s worse.

2-2-3-2. And the first line is not short-long, but long-short. And there are only 4 lines?
Keep in mind I suck at scansion, and yell if you see something wrong.

You realize you rhymed a little? "Shrinking", "drink in."

Your lines interplay, then the last one breaks the flow.

Light is
Worse than dark. In
The dark, fears are hid.den, my
De.mons stashed; All the bright does is
Show truth.

Last two clauses don't flow.

Stressed-unstressed first line. Not iambic. 1-2-3-4-1. It follows Crapseyan form! (Except the first line -_-' )

The ideas are all solid and follow well.

Truth that
My soul is far
Gone; a truth that only
Resides in the hot.test of all
Places.

Except for the first line, it fits. 2-2-3-4-1.

Hmm. Fear of dark stemming from a soul lost to hell.

Hell melts
The ice that once
Shrouded secrets. Water
will not hide much. Shallow wet bare-
ly veils

"Shallow wet" is poor. Perhaps use pool? Or water?

Perfectly follows Crapsey form.

The past.
My past does not
Hold ghosts, only faded
Remnants of what was. Of [W]hat is
[t]o come.

"Of" is egregious. Along with the "the" I removed before. Just so you know what they are.

1-2-3-3-1. Perhaps faded could be two stresses.

What was, is to come; not ghosts but remnants. Hrm.

Of what
is to come*:* On-
ly terror lies in wait,
to slither blister.ing numb fin-
gers in

I don't feel the stress on "Only," so... Eh. I also don't count "only" as a stress anywhere before.

1-1-3-4-1. First line is iambic.

The dashed breaks are weird. Not sure about them.

So... Hell melted the veil of ice around surrendered soul, now reaching for it, you are burned. I follow.

to glass
places, shat.ter-
ing sanity. Numb whisp-
ers invoke a longing for dark;
Regret.

Reaching for Hell's captive soul, you reached within, found naught - and realize never was there one for Hell to take. Shivering stuff.

1-3-4-3-1. A little off again. First line is iambic, though.

The breaks in the middle of words: Sometimes okay, I think. But usually, it breaks flow. Which is bad.

Whoo. Well. Quite the poem, honestly. A lightswitch hitch into a soul-searching goose chase, shattering failed escape. I like the story, holistically. Technically, there are improvements to make. But good.

Be forever hortatory,
~Skorlir