(read forward, then backward, line by line)

I ran.
Not knowing what else to do
There was so much blood on my hands
It was mine
The kitchen knife
Caught in my chest
Guilt
Consumed by
Fear
I was heightened by
Adrenaline
But running on
Wasn’t enough
While trying to stay calm,
Losing control
It was me that would end up
Dead. Because
He was
In front of me
The whole time
It was too late
Trapped
I found myself
Locked in chains
My fate was
Death.

The greatest threat to our existence is our survival.
Monsters roam in the depths of the ocean,
Fires are prophesied and an ember strays.
Hate is breeding with love and birthing stillborns.
Love kills herself and hate
Had this planned all along.
Our nature runs deeper than the depths of the ocean,
Our future is betrayed by the whim of wind, the fire's chariot.