Smoking.
The heat from love mixed with pain leaves bursts of pitch black smoke to disrupt my judgement accuracy.
Melted.
My heart transmogrifies my blood into hot bubbling magma. My heart itself slowly splits with every beat. Bubbles burst and burn throughout my veins.
Eruption!
Hatred spews like lava from my mouth, my body language, and expressions. My heart explodes and fills my body with an overwhelming amount of steam that it simply cannot contain. I burn myself and consume as much around me as possible.
Hardened.
My cold, rock layered heart now shields itself from any further uncontrollable bouts of rage. No longer will I interact with anything or anyone ever again it seems. Finally you can relax.
Dormant.
It’s only a matter of time before my heart cracks open again. But for now, everyone is safe.