"torn"

You reached inside of me,
taking out what you could see,
what you fear for alas love,
while your hurt you caress.

Running altogether,
from a shape of pain, your heart,
blasts in directions of skies,
dripping wet dispersed mad.

Unto me in shadows,
cast from blue skies of red sea,
screams of anger enraged built,
on sad feelings captured.

As you paint waves on sky,
for alas there is reason,
for your pain to lash out why?
I came without treason.