Point of Veiw.

Since days have been dark,
My pleasures in life are the moon and the stars.
Red skies in the background
Of wind blowing through trees in the fall.
Not much that I can enjoy
Or cast me away from the pessimistic
Point of veiw.

Besides,
If I stay,
I might be able to finally meet happiness.
And I hope happiness is friendly.
It's just that right now,
I am just walking through an abyss of agony.
If I died,
Will I miss out on life's pleasures?