The Day I Lose Art

The day I lose art, 

will be a sad one indeed...

When I can no longer paint, 

I will no longer bleed.


The day you lose art, 

is the day you'll lose me.

There's no life in this place,

with nothing left to see.


The day I stop writing

is the day I'll stop breathing.

When the last word is spent,

I hope it's me screaming.


You are my virtue, 

my one final plea, 

and I'll be damned if this island

takes you away from me.


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