Salvaging dregs of past dues

Leaves me sullen in nightshade hues

Wrongly scathed and moreso accused 

I dug up the backdrop blues 

While laying down tripwire and land mines

To mark the way back 

Call it ignorance of modern day love

Quite the contrary, I have it all 

The very vibrations of soul I seek

Lying past the dreaded heap of malformed days

These were my twisted ways 

Attempting the path through tailwinds

I found nothing peters out faster than sirens

Falsely shoved into the fray so saturnine

Of that morose color that I would soon call mine