I fell asleep on the couch with the hope of a dream...

I fell asleep on the couch with the hope of a dream.
A dream might help me...help my soul to heal.
Instead a nightmare awoke me through the night.
I want to protect myself but all I can do is cry...
Spiting my guts and trying to catch my breath,
“Why can’t you God give me a simple rest?”
I feel like new born who relies on his mother
She isn’t here, she went to give her love to the others.
Who would help me revive myself?
I am not buried but I already dead.
Truth picks my skin alive,
I am cursed for the rest of my life
Flowers of the evil found shelter in my mind.
I’d like to feel normal again
But nobody out there for me.
I’ve should of held on to your hand
But you know how strange destiny is.
I try to find a mistake... or if there is one?
If I could relive the time...what would I have done?
Deep path on my cheeks from the tears
That keep on falling through the day.
I trying to decide...I think my love still remains.



November 14, 1996
wrt: Andrey Prudnikov