Pure Evil : Writing

Is it what we think it is?

Is it what we think it is?

A Poem by Pure Evil


I want it to work. For everything to be back the way it was. Things used to have flavor. I want to taste them again. I'm lost in what I had...
How fine is the line?

How fine is the line?

A Poem by Pure Evil


This poem is about an actual experience I had, this past Friday in front of a Gas Station.
Is it better to change, sometimes?

Is it better to change, sometimes?

A Poem by Pure Evil


Acrostic from a new writer