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.