Bullet in My Face

My face hurts
my head does too
I do not know
what I should do.
There’s a slaughterhouse in my head
and when I’m going to bed
I see the light that is a’ fret
It runs as fast as a deer
it can turn up like a beer
but in the end I cannot peer
unto the final word I long to hear.

By Levan Asatiani