Valia'laure sits above the new High Elven city, and with a sigh she begins to speak,
as if she is speaking to someone else, although she is alone.
They tell you the pain goes away, the memories will go away.
And as they slowly did, the voices came.
He told me to move on, that I'll see the good in what I did.
It's better this way, he said, but pain never listens
Until, like the ghosts in my mist, it fades into every fiber of my being.
Taking away all the strength that I had.
They tell me I'm crazy thinking my mind is trying to kill me.
The Owls were like angels on my shoulders, leading me down the pure path
but the demons in my head were louder.
Even with the constant conversations, I've never felt more alone.
I really know the meaning of despair now.
Regardless I did what I did
I will never forgive myself, and the voices
in the back of my head have been telling me and pushing
me to free them, and the only way to free them
is to free myself.