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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