"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"