Should I pass out, leave me here lay. <br />I don't want to wake to another day. <br />Through these veins the blood runs cold, all that is left from a love of old. <br />Sober me not to life's clear path, leave me here for Death's dark wrath.<br /><br />Natasha Bolling<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/leave-me-2/
