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Eating My Soul

Member since 2004 · Posted 2 Jan 2004 · 2 comments

Eating my soul Your touch is so cold I thought you meant everything You made it into a whole lot of NOTHING Now lets see how you feel You can't stand it because it's real Or will you not even care I bet the fellings were never even there You did a good job, now put away the mask Before you go, I have something to ask Has this hate of yours always been this fine Why am I wasting my time, you're not worth my rhymes

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[n/a] lastobelus 3-Jan-04/8:53 AM Reply

I'm trying to parse the first stanza and I would like to know if I got it right. I'll add in the conjunctive phrases I am using to provide an interpretation in square brackets:

[while]Eating my soul[,]
Your touch is so cold
[that] I thought you meant [to eat] everything
[but instead] You [have] made it into a whole lot of NOTHING [making the exercise of having my soul eaten seem somewhat pointless since it no longer exists]

Ok, I know that last bit is a little more than a conjunctive phrase, but did I get it more or less right?

Thanks.

[4] nentwined 24-May-05/6:55 PM Reply

no thanks.