| The Echo I, Am the echo of a voiceless shadow� of a man that does not exist. I, Have no legacy� I know that I shall not be missed. But where will I go? Where will I turn? How will I find my way back home? Now, that I am all alone�. I, Stand among the lost souls� without direction - or hope. I, Embody the emptiness� For that is all I will ever know. How can I live? Where can I run? How could you hope to understand? That, this is all I am� I, Look down from the ledge� and see what has been lost to me. I, Now know the truth, That, never will I be free. What can I see? Tell me what's left? Can you tell me why I should step away? This - is the price I paid. Richard LeBlanc |
| Tales of Morbidica... |
| Alone... Of whispered truths, that seem like lies, Of broken heart, the spirit dies... A shattered dream, a scythe scarred soul, My endlass travels, Doth take their toll... Of empty eyes, and vacant stare, Where will you go? And will I care? Richard LeBlanc |
| The Jester He wears a smile, he plays their games, he laughs he plays, he shows no pain. He tells them jokes, and yet they're cruel, he is a jester, not a fool. Richard LeBlanc |
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