The Vicious Battle

The ceiling fan mocked the wind outside,
A radio constantly played loud.
He grew restlessly fanatic,
As she provoked him with all her might.

He rushed to strangle her,
Blood poured down rapidly.
The knife had backstabbed him,
It carved a deep wound in his hand.

"You bloody creature!", he yelled.
The wind turned into a thunderstorm,
Breaking his window panes.
The music kept playing,
While she suddenly faded away.

The vicious circle clenched his mind,
She'd never go away from his sight.
He gulped down a pill in no time,
Battling schizophrenia again that night.

©songbriti

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