Leaden eyes

Like an owl flies silently through the night,
my patience fades slowly out of sight.

There is something lurking in this dim and dark night,
maybe it's my torment, maybe it's my blight.

My mood is leaden, and constantly bleak.
Why must I be so pathetically weak?

As the moonlight creeps through my window,
I can't help but feel so hollow,
and as always my sorrow does follow.

Dark clouds slither over the starless sky,
with the moon piercing my eyes,
oh I don't know why.

The moon is a deep shade of red, 
so dark and devastating I dread.

Maybe tomorrow I will be dead,
for constantly I have bled.

Just let me go to bed,
and let me dream forever in red.