Desolate and Lost - Akeldama

«The cold grip of death has taken her from me

I watched her color drain, as her life did flee

How this has come to pass, I can not comprehend

I can only blame myself, for my love’s tragic end

In my misery I find myself in a subconscious state

It focuses me and frees me from this unending ache

In this setting I have come to the apotheosis of my zen

The idea that in death I can find her once again»