This somber relationship perpetuated in classic infinities,

Detoured by the devil's presence giving us unholy trinities,

Beautiful smile and perfect teeth and slithering lies in between,

Every ounce of pain was justified by this loves gain,

Insane to continue the path, enduring this venue of an angst wrath,

But our worlds have collided, by chance, it's her who I've confided,

As I look past every scowl, burying inside the fact I'm the fowl,

Now control digs deeper, now with the reaper thinking she's a keeper,

Bonded together by trauma, she's natural to project her drama,

But the solidarity with her emotions, such strong willed notions,

Debating on being wrong, always caving into her...