An archfiend

A beast is born.

It can not find peace

It is looking for.

Cannot let others live either.

Even though it terribly wants to,

Is quite desperate to.

But not resolved enough.

When will it be able to do so.

And how.

As the time moves,

It gets coolly aggressive, belligerent.

That can burst out any moment,

Like a loose cannon,

Like a silent drifter.

Full of suppressed emotions,

Animosity, fury, passion, resentment.