All is shade.

Clarity is blocked, through these eyes that are tinted black.
If all were to come into sight, a mental divide would come to play.
No likeness to myself in this darkness riddled shack.
Hell is my envision, its all I see.
In this life, I see not time, but time waisted.
I haste to a rated dream, only to find nothing in its place but me.
Realisation is my catalyst and you are the end.