Lost on this island, I drift through the past,
A shadow in time that won’t seem to last.
Grainy, fleeting moments I capture in vain,
A reel of whispers, of blurred-out pain.
"I stole myself another heartbeat," I say,
As the camera flickers, stealing today.
Each pulse, a borrowed ghost in the night,
Worn-out echoes, too tired to fight.
You use love like a kick in the dirt,
A careless bruise, a casual hurt.
I once believed you, thought it was real,
But love’s sharp sting, I’ll no longer feel.
The streets of old Britain hold stories untold,
In alleyways damp, where memories grow cold.
I wander, I film, but I’m just out of reach—
A soul out of time on a faraway beach.
The reel keeps turning, though I stand still,
A lost ghost trapped by his own will.
Flickering frames, they blur and depart,
As I stole myself another heartbeat to start.
