Apeirophobia

Oh! When does this end Wretched hallucinogen. Time passes so slowly Waiting for tears of unholy. The clock ticks away, It's not quite a day When emptyness follows It leads me astray. It never ends! It never ends! Blasted hallucinogen. It never shows a sign Of the time which is thine. No, my time never stops I have hundreds of clocks I've searched for the bottom Yet discovered the top. But the top cannot fault When the bottoms up there My time has no halt While I wander nowhere.