C'est comment

on verge of turning limp
the limbs but only stiffen
and tears crystallize
upon the icy stares
resolute, the jaws hold their place
should the lips falter and tremble

in a swirling waft around me they rise
and snuff out heart's outcry

If my weakness ever dare show, it is destined to be taken hostage.

You see Orpheus, i am not like you. Not at all. I am but a slave of my will.

Tell me then my friend, how can i rescue you?