comfort is my enemy disguised in warm blankets and black coffee
comfort paralyzes me then tries to tell me I'm still free
comfort took me by the hand, caressed it, acted like a man
comfort is a covert leech using me each chance it can
comfort kills each opportunity long before it is presented to me
comfort is an illusion that fools me, invoking irreversible confusion
comfort is no longer comforting, instead it ignites insanity's bomb
comfort loves to win by pinning me down from my soles to my palms