Night

the chaos stole my sleep, ‎in endless night—too deep. ‎i questioned my existence, ‎perhaps it needs persistence . ‎ ‎i swallow the pain, ‎i chase the vain. ‎will the world tell me the truth? ‎or will I just live twice to know the root? ‎ ‎lines were scribbled in a cloudy smoke, ‎when will I get woke? ‎darkness lurked, ‎mind cannot ruled. ‎is this how the night should be spent? ‎or it's just me thinking how it should went? ‎