Comfort 

 

I am tired, I feel low

I fear the spirit has become a rogue

I’ve been careless with the key to my soul

Comfort

Be the balm to my sores

Be the opiate to my bones

Be the arms to rock me back and forth

Comfort


The devil weighing on my back

Throws his loving arms around me

Ruminations circling ‘round

Seem to sing eloquently

Fill me up, call in the light

I breathe into the haze to find it

Comfort

 

When the stone turns cold

See it twist the tale that it had told

A hand that grips the psyche like scaffold

Comfort

Now every road, a hill

As if the traffic moves beneath my skin

Only trying to make myself fulfilled

Comfort

 

The voice that was a guiding light

Has taken on a dark disguise 

Lover look into my eyes 

But it looks like hate this time

Cut me a little peace of mind

Is this what it should feel like?
Comfort

 

The devil weighing on my back

Throws his heavy arms around me

Ruminations circling round

Seem to scream endlessly

Fill me up, call in the light

To be with is to be without it

Comfort

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