These walls that encase me
these gray slabs of stone
the castle walls contain me
and keep me from my home.

My home is not my house
it is where my heart is
so when my heart splits and moves away
I have no place to go.

Theses walls that describe me
some tapestries, tall and wide
these huge dark walls surround me
yet here is where I hide.

Why do I hide
from those devils and beasts
those demons have come from inside me
and still they never do cease.

These walls have become my home
my refuge from horror, and stress
these walls that could be my nightmares
they've started to become my best.

Limera, limera, rick
the gears spin on, tock tick
are these poems insane
is that my name
limera, limera, rick.

Limera, limera, rick
my mind, it might be sick
these writings I scrawl
up there on the wall
limera, limera, rick.

Limera, limera, rick
my feet, they have to be quick
I run and run
unravel, undone
limera, limera, rick.

I once went away for a day
just to wipe all my cares away
I was discouraged, angered
my trip had become one of danger
my trip that was once for the better
had turned into one fueled by bitter.

I had gone out for a day
but here, I might just stay
this place I found with much less stress
much less anger, and duress
my trip that was once for a day
well, here, I think I'll stay.

I remembered for a day
he place from which I’d came
the soft clouds
the long grass
I might miss my friends and cat
‘cause here I don't have that.

I forgot for just one day
now I know I can't just stay
My life is day by day
no change, not okay
and where before I was looking for peace
now I look for my place.

I found it the next day
everything wiped away
my friends, my cat
they just weren’t that
they didn’t exist
Cause I couldn't resist.

The sparkle of the clouds
the dull gleam of the lake
the texture of windswept grass
the spires of trees
the soft sheen of the stones
all deserve much, much better
than us pumping oil and gas.

Our skies start to cloud
our lake starts to die
those fields of grass are gone
the trees have no leaves
broken stones litter streets
all from our bad decisions
but now we're all gone, hence the bones.

The rain is falling
the birds are calling
outside of my open door
I sit inside
I forgot all pride
but longed for a heart of snow.

My soul grows weary
my thoughts are dreary
inside of my mind so old
though I am not aged
I am my body's cage
I long for a heart of snow.

I walk halls each day
dismiss all delay
Just try to be on time
I keep every class
I pass when I pass
I still look for my heart of snow.