Narcotic clocks

A Poem by Lovermcfly

Time does not exist especially in the presence of addicts.

It's 5am, nose dripping again.
I know I'm an addict but addictions my friend.
Cause when the party ends, I'm alone with my thoughts.
The pocket holding favors are my only stop.
They block.
The detrimental portal to my heart.
And I bark.
Like a b***h in heat.
Fighting my ground, staying on my feet.
I'm self conscious of what people think.
My greatest fear is not death.
It's people hating me.
Giving up on me.
Eventually out the door, leaving.
Reason why I fake a smile and be that clown.
Make everyone happy.

See my smile?
Do you see my f****n smile?
The laughter I projectile?
Just a happy person.
Ya know?
Namaste and s**t.
Clear your chakra and all that s**t.
I admit.

I have a love for physics and theories.
Maybe if my belief in science was 100% satisfactory.
I would give it all for quantum immunity. Is there existence in string theory?
But there is no proof.
No truth.
That's why I carry a noose.
No one ever knows, it's so small.
But isn't that humanity in it all.
It's 7 o'clock,
I've caught myself in deep thought.
Ears perked up at the clock tock.
Zoned out and wrote an unlegible montage.