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