time to ravel,
and get my revolver,
and shoot the mirror,
kill my image,
kill my image,
kill my image.
time to ravel,
give me my revolver
I feel like a barrel,
and a dirty little scoundrel.
has to kill
my image.
my image.
my image.
Before I get steady,
I am afraid I am not ready,
If you find me here waiting,
give me my revolver.
Or just,
Unravel me.
celine charcoal
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/time-to-ravel/
