a troubled soul

Hitherto lies a troubled soul,
his mind is wandering, without a goal;
without any knowledge of his traits,
even the devil may pity;such a state;

Hell breaks loose at his feet
and at him the good has faced defeat;
flung into the darkness livid,
is his once-so-pure spirit;

he wasn't like that when he opened his eyes,
his pure little soul had not yet faced demise,
His heart craved love,but he got none,
and that turned him into such a dissatisfied one;

He changed his mind, he changed his way,
he made all divine to float away;
he made up his mind to avenge
himself upon all; he craved revenge;

his eyes know no love, his touch knows no care,
and he only into the unknown, blindly stares;
there is only one thing assured in his fate
that he'll hate to love and love to hate;

Hitherto lies a troubled soul,
his mind is wandering with one definite goal;
without any knowledge of his pain
in search of a satisfaction he'll never gain,

never ever gain...............
- Shruti