Patterns in the Ivy II

Without you I cannot confide in anything The hope is pale designed in light of dreams you bring Summer's gone, the day is done soon comes the night Biding time, leaving the line and out of sight It runs in me, your poison seething in my veins This skin is old and stained by late September rains A final word from me would be the first for you The rest is long but I'll go on inside and through One moonlit shadow on the wall Disrupted in its own creation Veiled in the darkness of this fall Is this the end - manifestation