Reveries from Chamomile by Ahnom

Finally my eyes open, I was hoping/
To see the light of day but noticed it was still night/
I lay, strangely, on the floor, while staring at the ceiling/
Trynna make some sense up out this evening, shaking out this feeling/
That, everything feels different, I stand up/
Light-headed, put my hands up and wipe my face, trynna think/
of everything I did, how much I drank/
or was there something with my weed that has me feeling out of place?/
I take a breath in, looked over to my desk and/
Saw my pen and pad that's dripping ink, which made me question/
Did I really get that lit while I was trynna unwind?/
And fell asleep at my desk while I was writing some rhymes?/
Again I'm wiping my eyes, so I can read what I had penned/
Imagine my surprise to find that every time I blinked/
What was scribbled down with ink, would change again and again/
Damn, this shit is trippy, I leave my room to get me/
some fresh air, instead my door lead to a familar room/
Filled with sounds of music and the scent of perfume/
Then I saw her, she was sipping on rye/
She placed her lips on mine it tasted like, whiskey and lime/
I knew that this was in my head and all was not what it seemed/
When I heard the radio play Radio by Emily King/
The end of 2016, and I'm still having these dreams/
About the last bit of time I got to spend with Ms. Heather Greene/
I blinked and she was gone again, I looked around/
To see just where is it now that my mind has taken me while wandering/
It seems I've fallen in, a place inside my mind/
Where exists no space and time, just, people that I miss/
I see my big homie from back since we were little kids/
Chillin' by his silver celica always parked outside his crib/
"You look the same." "And you're looking old."/
First words we exchanged before walking up the road/ and
taking a stroll down, memory lane/
Homie, ever since you died, man, my head ain't the same/
My heart is so heavy, and my sleep patterns changed/
I hate, going back home and sometimes hearing your name/
And seeing all the trash n' broken glass in the same alley way/
That we'd always ride our bikes down when we would go out play
I've thought about you a lot, just wanted to say/
That I wish I was there that night your shooter took you away/
Not that I coulda changed anything, I've come to accept that/
Death's grasp was your fate and I could never bring your breath back/
I just wish the reason's different for why you might've died/
I just wish I could have been close to you and by your side/
I wish I was there for you, no reply/
You stare back at me with these empty and open eyes/
That silence hurts my soul more than you'll ever know 'cause/
I can never imagine how you'd reply when I never said goodbye/
Every time I dream of you, it ends with frozen silence/
It all turns to nightmares and I wish for open eyelids/
To stop me from seeing, what always comes next/
Those bullets enter and exit from the side of your neck/

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