5 Years

And he will not be back – Sugar Hiccup

The roots have deepened
Many events, histories happened
My sanity has been threatened
And my mind ceased to sharpen.

Have submitted myself to demigods
My freedom has been chain-clad
The price of our survival is my own blood
So sad, so sad.

Five years lapsed but am still here
Am I a masochist dear?
Or am I just being consumed by fear
Of how we’ll get by, not very clear.