Death in lack of a better word

My only fear is the torment of my beckoning death
But still i welcome it with open arms
It could be neverending pain and sorrow swirling in my mind
Or it could be a holy bliss
I fear it in the name of a untimely end it my life
But also i welcome the end of pain
Sorrow sadness neverending torment in a sleepless death
Or dreams awakend for me to hold
I think the only real thing i fear is the possibilitys
Of what will be for me after me