Another day in this fucking world

Doran Way

Doran was alone that night, like every night.
His soul was fully empty.
But didn't always a empty soul is a lost soul.

Doran was tired that night, like every night.
He was tired to have: a loner heart.
His heart was divided in little pieces been lost around the world.

Tried to find all them, for forgive all murders of his life.
He fucking tried to remedy at all his sins.
I have seen ..

A man.
lose.
His name.
Identity.
Skin.
Heart.
And.
Damn his..
SOUL.

Never forget who you are, among this shit.