All I Am Is A Part Of That Poem by Andrew Sean H

What was there were the forces of creeping nature;
All I am is a part of that

From the inside out:
A gullet filled with my own filth;
A rotting pig inside a trash can

Lid on, lid on, shut it out

Let it out

I don't know what it is to let out;
So it stays
So where are you now?

I only ask myself
And only I can heed a reply

Don't look back they say;
No I am not
Only looking forward to what always has been
And what has always been has been released;
From a dreams wake of silken sheets
And familiar sighs
Good night again;

Before I can speak she reply's