That Never Comes

I’m not seeing eye to eye with the all-seeing eye
It sees everything and I feel blind.
Vaccines made to steal
I ask why?
It seems
that eye has become blind.
Thought I saw a flying octopi outside,
Must’ve been gazing into Nemo’s 3rd eye.
Just call me D-Nice,
actually my name is Heatt, just say it thrice.
Most rich people look dead inside
Lost the fire in their eye
I wonder why?
I wrote a rhyme while Clipping Coupons
Some people have hollow eyes
Not a lack of depth
but a look of death
Like their life has been hollowed out
and all they have is a biological remnant
of something (they left)
Vital once, but now benign
resigned
Waiting for that one last time
to feel alive
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Published on October 19, 2025 21:14 Tags: life, mystic, poetry, truth, vaccines
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