Escape (Part 3 - Last)

Drones on and on the preacher’s speech - if you wanted to believe it would it be like your brain found solace as the horror can leach. Darkness shifts and tilts back and forth, so you follow the compass to the magnetic north. You wanted out and that's what you got, but sadly you were only ever the universe's afterthought. Hollering and wandering; they all stare through the glass, pondering. You speak as though the future is certain, but a doll raised by monsters is as inevitably duplicated as is a play's closing curtains. A futile attempt to regain what you've lost - you spent all your wishes on something with too high of cost.