Dream Theatre

Steam from the engine of your heart erupts into the atmosphere forcefully.
Dreaming of the touch so filthy and frozen that only Caligula would understand.
Beaming with bottle bright blue and green hues, you think of the touch.
Themes of dark and dew-drenched hell and hurt turn you on so much.
The Dream theatre is so hot and humid.

Fridge of your Mind

In the fridge of your mind, your house has different levels of fear.

The freezer houses those things you lock up inside, while the cold section houses those visions and memories you wish you could forget. 

Now the freezer is being defrosted, and your worst fears must be faced. 

You start to disintegrate as water drips through the fridge and pools outside the door.

You had to turn the fridge off one day and face those fears.