Rage, it takes you over, eats your mind and body whole... makes your skin ache with its very presence. You feel like your flesh is only a costume, burning with acid as it eats away whatever's really left inside. Your carcass gets tossed to demons and devils alike. They devour you. Now your torn with fire and ice all at once. They kill each other off, burning you down to black, charred bone, only put out that fire, causing false security. One second of releif and you're being frozen. This is the type of cold that comes in and takes your breath away, and makes you huddle against yourself because you have no one to hold. It reminds you that you're without a lover or anyone to care for. You're alone. The rage is fire and ice... hot and cold... a scalding snowstorm that takes you by surprise and leaves you trembling and crying till you come to the end.