I feel it.
It is coming.
Helpess in front of the fear - nor for the death itself but for the pains which might wait for me.
Lord, You have granted a life to me in this beatiful world, You have loved me, and You love me.  I would fulfill my duty till I take the last breath of mine, in total and invincible trust in Him.
 
What makes me tremble is the previous imagination for the pains which might dominate me al of a sudden. Yes that is true that I am under the skin. I welcome the death, but I becmed so weak at the pains. My Lord, please forgive me. Allow me more strength, not to fear even the pains. 

And please let the death comes earlier than the pains.

Let the death comes in a second, like a gentle wind, as if I were being asleep so sweet after such a long and hard work.

At the last moment, let me prey for Your forgiveness and Your mercy.
Please hold me strong till the last so as to be able to think only about that.  

Let my death be implemented in peace, in love, and in grace.