The Face that Launched a Thousand Ships

Staring in the stars. To heaven. Looking for the secrets there. We used to pray for these sort of things. We got our answers, or we interpreted them as such. I punched the wall, broke my fist, watched cars drive off. He dropped my ring back at my feet. Which were at the same level as my face. I don’t think my ankle ever recovered from all the shivering and shoving, but there’s a dent in that door now. Sunken in, windows barred, there is no exit.

I can’t stand the sound of it
When I speak, I unleash the sea
Watch the words set you to the pyre
And raze you down to nothing
Hold my tongue tonight
In my own mouth this time
Could a weakness ever feel so strong?

Asking me for everything, anything? Pull away. My hand on your arm as if to hold you at bay, but you know I’ll do no such thing. Like I said, just a matter of time. Before I’m eluding all the banqueters, leading you away. I am Paris enflamed. Oh, damn you passion. I’ll have my rant for you yet.

Answer me this: "Do you think he’d be better doing what I do best?"
Don’t answer. Don’t even ask the question. Because I don’t want to know.