Carnivore Tweed from Doors by Faerytale and Sp.Ace

The sun lashes its whip
Carnivorous rays, carnivorous rays
What happened here? What did I believe?
I'm shrinking from my window to the bed
Carnivorous, I've heard it said
I'm searching, but my mind is heavy
We sit here, stationed
The pitiable woman, the world weary man
We once held in our hands reluctant passions in a sphere
It was broken once we stationed the genders
Now it's carnivorous
And our bones bleed
Our longing eats away at us, but don't deceive yourself
You are bound to me
But where did that tweed go?
The inter-coursing, intertwining fibers, don't you know?
Where did that tweed go?
The most interesting part of the day, I watch the sun eat away
Close the drapes that I may see it all intact
And let us be diligent to keep our stations
Are you mad? Are you mad?!
Yes.

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