There’s an angel on the ceiling.
Her heavenly voice,
singing sweetly, gently coaxing,
her invitation almost hypnotic.
Charmed, I rise to greet her
abandoning the shell beneath
But foolishly, I do not desist to look upon
my punishment is etched on my soul
Jealous, she demands my focus
I award her with my gaze
for below awaits fiery depths
above she rewards me with peace.
And though I am still afflicted
no longer am I alone here,
for there’s an angel on the ceiling
one I will never resist.