desecrated soul

Again I wrote this a long time ago, my feelings have changed, or matured since.

I walk through this life,
with a defeated heart,
a tattered smile,
and a desecrated soul,
waiting for the next failure to fall on me.

Graceless and empty,
every fantasy departed from my mind.
Every dream, empty and cold.
I walk throught this life with no purpose,
always imprisoned with hate.