The turmoil

Tinkles again in the black sunset my tenth wish
Desolate of thought and hope, body full of suffering
Screaming in the everlasting circle of your enemy
Sitting on your candlestick, perplexed by the life's bittery 
The mirror no longer has that beautiful holy face and grows in its core a branch of stone
Speaks as long as you want you no longer have a word when the sun cries as the moon is blind and gone
You've built your candle your the one that burned it and looking at yourself you're just your body ashes
Struggling in the middle of the night as the fog washes your soul is not the peace and neither is a gift.
Search the reasons in the memory that made your life appear
but in the depths of ur consciousness you are your nightmares fear