Don’t come near. I’m nothing but smouldering fire. Fire and ash, that’s all there is. My insides keep burning. They burn like a frail piece of paper set on blazing fire. My heart is a raging ping-pong ball. The exterior plastic melts, only to reveal a dark withering flesh within. In my agony and pain, I try hard to save my dying heart but even the deepest of seas refuse to soothen it down. Every time I drown my fiery heart, it bounces back up  on to the surface, floating like a dead frog on water. At first, it tries to kick and cry out in pain but then soon the unfortunate pitiful heart realises it’s fate and floats, floats like a lifeless piece of flesh that has no signs of life in it. No heart beat. No love. No rythm. Nothing. No amount of water or hope can save it. It lies and dies, every damn day.