Visions of a Quick and Painful Death (The Last Thoughts of My Uncle Arturo)

There’s something wrong with me, Choking up my soul, as I try to be. It’s getting dark here, I don’t know where to go. Vision blurry and my breathing has become slow. The final curtain is at its last stand. I'm Being brought down, and I don't seem to understand. I see a flash, full circle was exposed. I know for sure... this is the farthest I will go. At this point nothing is left to regret, I feel the tension and the pressure now I'm upset