Testo 21

I've been up all night counting stacks and cutting losses.
I bore witness to brown waves crashing on to a black canvas.
Eyes twitching back and forth lit with halos in the pupils,
mountains of flesh scatter the backdrop of this canvas
and I get so sick to my stomach everytime I think of hurting you.
You've been in the back of my mind for days and it's going to be the death of me.