Blood Sport. By themischievousannaSeptember 22, 2015 Take it all, Go ahead. I want to wilt, Until I’m red. Drained away, Cold in bed. Pulsing pausing, In blood Undead. Share this:Share on TumblrTweetMoreEmailPrintPocketLike this:Like Loading... Categories: Art, Photography, PoetryTags: art, artist, depression, emotions, fiction&poetry, health, illness, poems, poetry, Thoughts, writing Related Articles Quiet shock. By themischievousannaFebruary 24, 2020 Kept Deep. By themischievousannaFebruary 23, 2020 ( 1 ) Waiting for Equilibrium. By themischievousannaFebruary 23, 2020 Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.