Exanimis Dolor - Fate Will Tear Us Apart

I have met you in a thousand other lives, each time the seam rips and we are torn. We learn the shape of loss like scripture, we learn the weight of being born. Again the moon remembers us, again the earth forgets our names. Fate sinks its teeth into our skin, and we return to the desolation within. We are threaded through the centuries, stitched into the hems of ruin. Our hands find one another briefly, then the world sees us severed. Fate will tear us apart, though I find you again, in the hollow hours of a thousand lives lived. Fate will tear us apart, though our hands still meet, We will be ripped asunder. Fate will tear us apart, and each return is the same, to hold you for a moment, then lose you to the grave. You haunt my sleep in dreams I cannot escape, You haunt my waking moments in the ache only hunger knows. I feel the scent of your dying in my throat, The taste of blood and salt I cannot dislodge. In one life you were a hymn and a knife, in another, a figment of a memory. In every face you are the same hollow ache, a bell that tolls for me but cannot be free. We are threaded through the centuries, stitched into the hems of ruin. Our hands find one another briefly, then the world sees us severed. Fate will tear us apart, though I find you again, in the hollow hours of a thousand lives lived. Fate will tear us apart, though our hands still meet, we will be ripped asunder Fate will tear us apart, and each return is the same, to hold you for a moment, then lose you to the grave. Fate will tear us apart, and each return is the same, to hold you for a moment, then lose you to the grave.